Beastie Boys - Pop Your Balloon lyrics

Rickity-rickity-rickity-rickity-wow! I got the golden style You people go wild when I bless this crowd Ooh to the ahh, to the ooh, to the eee You want to know who funky and I said 'Je suis' Well, I give you a wedgie, I give you a noogie Put my foot up your a**, electric boogie Break dancing at your door on a pile of sh** Set the bag on fire for the f** of it Yo I bust into your radio station chunk a smoke bomb Put on my gas mask and put my tape on By the time you figure out what went wrong Light up my jet pack and I'm gone Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon I grab my mic and people lose their minds And twist their hands in the air and bop their heads in time Rockin', shoutin' (Do your dance, Mike) Because I'm built for speed like a Tour de France bike I got the tape spinnin' in the echoplex I keep the competition sealed under a hex And if you waste my time then I get vexed I'm eatin' MC's up [end-over?] for breakfast Like Franz Harary, I'm a magic man Films in the cam, cat's in the bag, carpet is shag You can try to take the boast, but you can't take the brag Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon We come together upon the mic and rock it We got styles ain't none of y'all can top it We in the cut and, yes, we in the pocket We're getting down and that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right... Yo, because I'm down in the basement mixin' up ink I'm on the edge and I'm on the brink You've got the press, and I've got the plates We pressin' up twenties by the crate Yes, we make it happen with the rappin' With the crunch with the Cap'n and the Boo Berry With Count Chocula, the sound that you love We've been getting fly with the highest above I'm on, the one, the battle tank in Tron You're too far gone - ARGH! - another pawn Guide searching, what channel is he on? 'Cause there ain't no sunshine when Mike D's gone Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon Pop your balloon, pop-pop your balloon... Yo, the sound man almost lost his soup on that one He's still contemplating it though Oh-oh, look out!