Текст песни Beastie Boys - Long Burn The Fire

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"Long Burn The Fire" [Intro] This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit Bring it! [MCA] Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2" 'Cause I'm the type of MC with the most pizzas You're stealin' my book like I was Grandmaster Caz Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics Roll without expectorants; you'll don't see it Sueth sayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme (huh!) Burn like fire when I step on the scene I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head I've got tiger's claws that will scratch you dead I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough So step back, and check yourself This MC'S got weapons that'll ruin your health So if you're feeling strong then reach for yours My book is my shield and my mic is my sword [Ad Rock] Now, it's Ad Rock rapping I'm back again Like a Big Mac attack on your gut, and it's wack my friend I'm a mack so relax or end up chilling I take that shit serious like Jerome To Grilling I burn you to a crisp sucker back up off the toaster I make you sick like a Kenny Rogers Roaster See this rap thing is all about the the braggadocia I check my rear view, emcees ain't getting closer People think I'm slow, cause I'm just not one to challenge See me you're like "Man, that's remarkable talent Fly around the clock like disco donut I'm like a tailer cause I got the thing sewn up Or a proctologist I move asses Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants You heard me rap and now watch me dance [Mike D] Save the date! For one name who deliver to the rafters Up from the heavens you can hear our laughter Like goodness me, or empty john We done did it again, and our game is still on It's not tic-tac-toe, or Operation Just holding it down, like the gravitation Total hits, that's it, you couldn't do Ad Rock's in the bathroom now check the fondue String of nuts, like the name is Mike Pizzini Or a fine household name, like Sergio Tacini Now that we're here, back and raising hell I'm running wild like rats in the Taco Bell On the mic I shit, the match gets lit Mike Dino, the Jew is rampant Making music from librarians to curly jocks The rapper Mike D not Gold-i-locks! [laughing]

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