Sangtekst: Beastie Boys. Unite.

"Unite"

Yeah old time
New school old school
Keep it on and on

Uh.. Yea..
Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me fe well
We be kickin' bass all up in your face
And when it comes to beats well I'm the rhythm ace
Now if you check my pulse it beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye
I gots to do my thing and that's no lie
Well ice is cold and fire is hot
And when it comes to competition we've got them locked
U-N-I-T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe
One can wonder why but can't deny
If we could work it out it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me party people what's your zodiac sign

Breakdancers of the world unite

"Oh shit.." "Yeah"

BBoys of the world unite

"Well wicked"

I went inside the deli and my man's like what
I write the songs that make the whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So Ssshhh we keep it raw on the set
Automation circulation
Well this is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks and it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane
Now rhymes are montaquilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath then maybe try scope
And if you wash your ass you best use soap
Now people of the world you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin' down with the bugallo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must..xqzzawzu.."

Ravers of the world unite

"Come on now.."

We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down

I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
Technique 1200's I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased
Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
Asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual
Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In money makin' it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibules
In the next millennium I'll still be old school
High roller ah big baller
I call 'em crullers but you know they're called crawlers
I keep it movin' to the broad daylight
BGirls of the world unite alright

Keep it on and on Keep it on and on
Keep it on and on Keep it on and on
Keep it on and on Keep it on and on
Keep it on and on Keep it on and on
Keep it on and on Keep it on and on
Keep it on and on Keep it on and on
Keep it on and on Keep it on and on

Hehehahaa.. ah with the rump shakin' action..