The New Style - Beastie Boys

And on the cool check in 
Center stage on the mic 
And we're puttin' it on wax 
It's the new style 

Four and three and two and one (What up!) 
And when I'm on the mic - the suckers run (Word!) 
Down with Adrock and Mike D. and you ain't 
And I got more juice than Picasso got paint 
Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick 
I'm not surprised you're on my dick 
B-E-A-S-T-I-E, what up Mike D. 
Ah yeah, that's me 
I got franks and pork and beans 
Always bust the new routines 
I get it - I got it, I know it's good 
The rhymes I write - you wish you would I'm never in training - my voice is 
not straining 
People always biting and I'm sick of complaining 
So I went into the locker room during classes 
Bust into your locker and I smashed your glasses 
You're from Secausus - I'm from Manhattan 
You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' 

(bridge) There it is - kick it!!! 

Father to many - married to none 
And in case you're unaware I carry a gun 
Stepped into the party - the place was over packed 
Saw the kid that dissed my homey and shot him in the back 
I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped 
You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped 
I got money in the bank - I can still get high 
That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly 
I've got money and juice - twin sisters in my bed 
Their father had envy so I shot him in the head 
If I played guitar I'd be Jimmy Page 
The girlie's I like are underage (Check it!) 
Girls with boyfriends are the kind I like 
I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike 
Your father - he's jealous 'c