The Vibes - Beastie Boys

I kick out the jams and tell you who I am

I’ll make you shake your ass like Les MaCann (yeah)

And then you’re out talking shit like Yosemite Sam

You’ve got the elephant feet like Les McCann

Up the crack of dawn, I’m on my way

We’re talking two foot dump and there’ll be no delay

Cause I’m gone, the shit’s getting out of hand

I’m changing my middle name to first Trem

I’m walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite

I’ve got holes in my mouth where my teeth should be

You ask, Whatever happenened to the rappin' duke?

I heard the Captain’s gonna sign him to Jive and that’s the truth

Taking care of my functions, still smokin' up the shrubery

I stopped eating chicken cause the shit was too rubbery

My produce, organic, from my own yard

Only the freshest herbs and growing’s not too hard

Vibes, vibrations

Vibes, vibrations

Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb

Waking up my long joint, ready to get some

Looking at my board and my old boots

Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth

And on the court I’ve got game like my brother Matt

I give a shout out -- so where you at?

But don’t get souped, Matthew, cause I’m-a take ya

Horatio Park right now and I’m-a shake ya

Give me the fresh count, you know that I’m stressed out

I need some inspiration, so get the best out

Like Rock Master Scott, I’m on the request line

Writing the fresh rhyme, having the best time

Good vibes flowing all around

Not a worry in mind as the friends around

A shout out to Linda, riding pow forever

Well the 'Bird is the word and you’re as light as a feather'

Well I smoke a bag of rat weed cause I don’t care

And I’m waxing old ladies out of their underwears

I like the boomin' grannies in big old panties

I’m giving it to grandma, making her crazy

I might be a white boy, but I’m no goofy

Got beats like Babalu on «I Love Lucy»

I’m not like the Skipper on «Fantasy Island»

I’m more like Captain Stubing when I go buck whylin'

The Cire Traverse out to Death shoot

Or STH when they let me back at the Deuce

Cause I can’t get enough of that funky stuff

When the going gets rough, ain’t going out in the sluff

Down with Bubble Gum and the Ninth Creation

You get on down, we’ve got the sound sensation

Kid Fresh is back from the eighties

And we’re doing it for the ladies

Vibes, vibrations

Vibes, vibrations

We got Vibes, vibrations

We got Vibes, vibrations

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