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Nonstop Disco Powerpack - Beastie Boys
Well how you feeling Ad Rock Well I'm feeling well
Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell
Well how feeling Mike D Well I feel all good
All day is how we play ing the neighborhood
Well how you feeling MCA Well I feel right
I swing my words on the track
cause the track sound tight
So if you're feeling good and you're feeling right
Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic
Well hello everybody and how you been
It's Ad Rock rapping on the microphone again
I got grace class style finesse and debonaire
Murderalize motherfuckers cause I just don't care
The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer

I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer
Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy

Watch how it's done boy, it looks easy

The non-stop, going off, kingping, microphone
boss do my own thing, you can't afford the cost
of my fly styles that complete the turnstile
Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wiggidy wild
Now get your ass on the floor, I got total control
I flow like the water out your toilet bowls
Your style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch
You know you're not smoking on the microphone much
There's a certaing special talent that I never lack
Huh hah huh hah And that's a fact
Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac
You better break a wishbone cause we never wack
Then, we never that and that is that
And we're the nonstop disco powerpack
Uhh, that's right, we go all night

Who gonna be next to bless the mic
Now this is the way we run it down

We're getting you high on the funky sound
This is the way we get it on

B-Boys ing the house til the break of dawn
See I mix my style up like a cement mixer
Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir
Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic louder
Don't make me sound cheap
like a box of douche powder

I'll max and relax, champag-no ego
Don't know commando, don't know bandito
Je m'appelle Michèle, very long
Me and Dawn ing the shack and we got it going on
Prince he's ing the hot tub like it's seventy-three
Looking over his shoulder and he's looking at me
I'm up right ing the face, towel around my waist
What's up with that watch inside the glass case
I go to make my move, sneak out the place
Undetected Not leaving a trace

Party's done, microphone threat
Rhymes been jumped, and heads been checked
I see one last profiterol, I make my play
And pass the microphone to MCA

Non-stop, from the top, when you clock, then we rock
Them not kicking, them not sticking
we be making hip-hop
So c'mon everybody get down yeah

Now there's a spot check, get the dead count down
Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down
Pound for pound, keep the basslines round
See you rocking, clocking, checking my sound
but I grew up with hip-hop
Still got mad love for a record called Beat Rock
It mean a lot spinning on my Walkman
Shoutout, to the Afrika Bam
And to the X to the the double O N Y
The one emcee, who you can't deny
At least he threw me records, that made heads fly
Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire
Construct a rhyme, with specific intent
Flipping all the braincells right to the pen
And then I put the root down when I hold the mic
Words flowing so cold turn water to ice
Come through to rock such a rate to tape
You put me ing the mix like up at the plate
And then they press it on wax, sell it ing the store
The DJ's screaming kick it out on the dancefloor
Coming through the speaker to shake your eardrum
Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from
Ad Rock,
Huh Get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
Now Mike D, huh Get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
And MCA yeah get it on
We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn
Beastie Boys ing the house, don't stop