Unite
Beastie Boys Lyrics


Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well
We be kickin bass all up in your face
And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace
Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye?
I got to do my thing and that's no lie
Well ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition we've got them locked
You-N-I-T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe
One can wonder why but can't deny
If we could work it out it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me party people what's your Zodiac sign?

Breakdancers of the world unite
BBoys of the world unite

I went inside the deli and my man's like "what?"
I write the songs that make the whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So "Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set"
Automation circulation
This is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks and it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane?
Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
People of the world you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the bugallo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must do, I said..."

Ravers of the world unite

We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down
I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
Technic 1200's I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased
Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In money makin' it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In the next millennium I'll still be old school
High roller, big baller!
I call em crullers but you know they're called crawlers!
We keep it movin' to the broad day light
BGirls of the world unite alright

Keep it on and on (x14)

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ADAM HOROVITZ, ADAM NATHANIEL YAUCH, MARIO CALDATO JR., MICHAEL LOUIS DIAMOND

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Quentin Elliott

Geesh!
Yeah, all the time
New school, old school (a'ight!)
Keep it on and on

Uhh, yeah

Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me well
We be kickin' bass, all up in your face
And when it comes to beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace

Now if you check my pulse, it beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye?
I got to do my thing and that's no lie

Well, ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition, we've got them locked
U-N-I-T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe

One can wonder why, but can't deny
If we could work it out, it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me, party people, what's your Zodiac sign?

Breakdancers of the world, unite!
"Oh shit… yeah"

Bboys of the world, unite!
"Well wicked"

I went inside the deli, and my man's like, what?
I write the songs that make the whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So, Ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set

Automation, circulation
This is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks, and it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane?

Now rhymes are mantequilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass, you best use soap

People of the world, you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the boogaloo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must do"

Ravers of the world, unite!
Come on now

We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes, best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down

I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased

Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual

Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In Money-Makin', it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In the next millennium, I'll still be old school

High roller, big baller
I call 'em crullers but you know they're called crawlers
I keep it movin' to the broad daylight
Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight!)

Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on

Hahahaha...
Ah, with the rump shakin' action



All comments from YouTube:

N C

We really need music like this these days. UNITE!!!

Quentin Elliott

Geesh!
Yeah, all the time
New school, old school (a'ight!)
Keep it on and on

Uhh, yeah

Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me well
We be kickin' bass, all up in your face
And when it comes to beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace

Now if you check my pulse, it beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye?
I got to do my thing and that's no lie

Well, ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition, we've got them locked
U-N-I-T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe

One can wonder why, but can't deny
If we could work it out, it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me, party people, what's your Zodiac sign?

Breakdancers of the world, unite!
"Oh shit… yeah"

Bboys of the world, unite!
"Well wicked"

I went inside the deli, and my man's like, what?
I write the songs that make the whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So, Ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set

Automation, circulation
This is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks, and it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane?

Now rhymes are mantequilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass, you best use soap

People of the world, you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the boogaloo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must do"

Ravers of the world, unite!
Come on now

We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes, best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down

I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased

Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual

Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In Money-Makin', it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In the next millennium, I'll still be old school

High roller, big baller
I call 'em crullers but you know they're called crawlers
I keep it movin' to the broad daylight
Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight!)

Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on

Hahahaha...
Ah, with the rump shakin' action

karisumataichou

0:04 When the edible kicks in...

Okay Ok

Random fact: If you have never listened to this song with an amp and sub, you won't know that 2:22 is insane.

Matt Woods

Yep, agreed. That's mad bass.

83thechaz

“We’re the scientists of sound
We’re mathematically puttin it down
When lightning strikes, best
grab a ground
Got to get up to get down”

My favorite lyrics and the message is so true regarding everything in life.

KID-X

my favorite beastie boy song

Matías Villalba

ON THE TOP !

Merging Marky

Oh Christ ..forgot abt how much I love this one...!!😁🔥❤️✌️✌🏾😷🇺🇸🌎👍🛏️👋one of their best Coda Baby

Merging Marky

3:03 as hard as I've heard Yauch Go/Flow..🤟👻🤠

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