Rock Hard

Lyrics

[Produced by Rick Rubin] First! First! First! 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 shit You must admit Not fake, not false, not counterfeit I can play the drums, I can play guitar Not just b-boys, but real rock stars Rock, rock rock... When we blow up your ship, 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 a cumulus cloud Double R pump the beat and make it real loud Loud... A, then scratch it... [Scratching] Heavy metal tension running through your blood Too much rock, step off the pud Too much treble, mid-range, and bass The beat's so hard, it'll dick your face You'll crush out hard rock, hard beats Hard rock, cold rhythms for fanatic freaks Some people say, "This has been done" We're here, we're now And the battle's won Fists! Fists! Fists! Fists of fury in an MC bout Rock so hard it'll knock you out The very first blow is the kick and the snare The beat's so def that you better beware When you're talkin' bass right in your face The walls crumble down, destroying the place The finishing touch is the vocals that slam The final blow in the five finger jam Some! Some! Some! Some! Sometimes I write rhythms Sometimes I write rhymes He writes his, and I write mine Rock 'n roll rhythms 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' off the toys 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 Negros the got style Oh... [Ad libs continue]