Lyrical Breakdown of B-Boys Makin With The Freak Freak - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Beastie Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "B-Boys Makin With The Freak Freak" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Saklig, ah, yeah
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak (Oh-oh)
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak (Somethin' brand new for you)
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
Yeah
Yeah
Puttin' songs together ain't no puzzle like Yahtzee
Sending this one out to K-Rob and Rammellzee
Well, let me introduce myself on this cut (woo)
I'm Ad-rock, I'm lit like a motherfuck'
Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still
Kickin' it old school flow like Mike McGill
'Cause Yauch's on the upright, this shit just ain't funny
Got fat bass lines like Russell Simmons steals money
Got clientele, you know I rock well
And then you're on my dick because I'm DFL
Yeah, Mike, 'cause playing the bass is my favorite shit
I might be a hack on the stand-up but I'm working at it
I got my hair cut correct like Anthony Mason
Then I ride the IRT right up to Penn Station (Yeah)
Penn Station, up on 8th Ave
Listen all of y'all, you get the ball back
He's got Savoir Faire because he's debonair
Well, Mike D with the vinyl, with the grooves so rare
And the rhymes that we're kickin' are doo-doo
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
Shit, if this is gonna be that kind of party
I'mma stick my dick in the mashed potatoes
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
Been bakin' with the freak-freak, so unique
I've been learning from the elders, now it's time to speak
Oh, that shit sounds nice
Mike D, come on and get it on, y'all
Talking shit about a mile a minute
Put the wax on the table, let the DJ spin it
Well, excuse me, motherfuckers, can I beg your pardon?
I'm gonna see the Knicks up at Madison Square Garden
And like the Knicks, I got game like I worked at Hasbro
On the mic I bug, like I was Prince Jazzbo
Well, the rhymes are stupid to make you go koo-koo
You can't sleep 'cause you're Cindy Lou Who
Down with the Hurra since the Raising Hell Tour
Just listen to his cuts, there's no reason to tell more
Yeah, Cindy what? I didn't catch the last one
That shit sounda kinda nice, but just a fast one
Well, I'm not known for my speed raps
So grab the microphone and cut out ya claps
Ah, yeah, I like the shit, it's kind of rough
I'll grab the microphone and fuck it up
A'ight
Well, I might seem out there, just a little deranged
I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
Well I'm the ladies' choice like I was JJ Evans
Legalize the weed and I'll say, "Thank heavens!"
I'm talking PGA Pro Tour 2
I'm Doctor Beepers on the TV in my golfing shoes
Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green 'cause I'm strictly hip-hop
Yeah, I'll grab the tee, I'll team off
I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm Audi, so check me
I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green
I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things
I'm working on my driving cause I'm going pro
I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
Yeah, the B-Boys makin' freak-freak 'cause it's neat-neat
Mario's calling Nonni 'bout the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak-freak