Rick Rubin - Rock Hard lyrics

[Produced by Rick Rubin] We're we're we're We're the b-boys, we don't regret There's nothing wrong with your TV set We're a gettin loose We couldn't be harder Our beats are bigger and better and longer Got real rock sh** You must admit Not fake, not false, not counterfit I can play the drums, I can play guitar Not just b-boys, but real rock stars Rock, rock rock... When we borrow your sh**, you better hit the deck You'll walk the plank for your dis Respect, respect, respect... If you front on the Rock, best run and hide If you got static, we'll take it outside And you start to get dulled by the Beastie Boys Use real rock beats, show off big toys Like claps of thunder from the cumulus clouds So we'll pump up the beat and make it real loud Loud... A, then scrach it... Heavy metal tension running through your blood Too much rock step off the pud Too much treble mid-range and ba** The beat's so hard, it'll dick your face You'll crush out hard rock hard beats hard Rock cold rythms for fanatic freaks Some people say this has been done We're hear, we're now And the battle's won Fists... Fists of fury in an MC bout Rock so hard it'll knock you out The very first blow is a kick in the snout The beat's so def that you better beware When you're talkin' ba** right in your face The walls crumble down, destroying the place The finishing touch is the bokasat-slam The final blow in the five finger jam Some... Sometimes I write rhythms Sometimes I write rhymes He writes his and I write mine His rock 'n roll rythms are raunchy and raucous We're from Manhattan, you're from Secaucus Mike D, Ad-Rock, and MCA Not before long I can hear you say In a way these boys got juice They're goin' off you know they love to get loose Get loose get loose... Poose Gettin' the Ad-Ad-Ad-Rock MCA Mike D. in the place to be The Beastie Boys showin' up in toy That's right Uh, Uh In the place to be You know it, you know it AdRock, uh uh When the party gets loose Slop one, slop one And your goin' the boots Everybody gettin' trouble LOV on the New York C Double R double R Better off the by Just takin' off the jile Like I lost my style Gonna' grab my rhyme All the nigros the got style Oh...