long burn the fire lyrics – beastie boys

long burn the fire

this is it y’all, it’s some nasty sh*t
bring it!

jump out the window onto a parade balloon
my style is iller than the goblins in “troll 2”
’cause i’m the type of mc with the most pizzazz
you’re stealin’ my book like i was grandmaster caz
got rhymes about antihistamines and *n*lgesics
rhyme about expectorants; you don’t see it

sueth sayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme (huh!)
burn like fire when i step on the scene
i’ve got shark’s teeth so i can bite your head
i’ve got tiger’s claws that will scratch you dead
i’ve got wings like a dragon when i’m flying above
shoot venom from my eyes when it’s time to get rough

so step back, and check yourself
this mc’s got weapons that’ll ruin your health
so if you’re feeling strong then reach for yours
my book is my shield and my mic is my sword

[ad rock:]
now, it’s ad rock rappin i’m back again
like a big mac attack on your gut, and it’s wack my friend
i’m a maxer relaxer and i’m chillin
i take that sh*t serious like jerome to grillin
i burn you to a crisp sucker back up off the toaster
i make you sick like a kenny rogers roaster
see this rap thing is all about the the braggadocia
i check my rearview, emcees ain’t gettin closer
people think i’m slow, cause i’m just i’m underchallenged
see me you’re like “man, that’s remarkable talent”
live ’round the clock like disco donut
i’m like a tailer cause i got the thing sewn up
or a proctologist i move *sses

got so much heat that i fog your mom’s gl*sses
proof is in the pudding and the pudding’s in my pants
you heard me rap and now watch me dance

[mike d:]
save the date! for when they hoist our number to the rafters
above the haters you can hear our laughter
like willis reed or elton john
we done been in the game and our game’s still on
it’s like tic-tac-toe, or operation
just holdin it down, like the gravitation
to all the heads that said, no can do
adrock’s in the bath filled with chocolate fondue
straight up nuts like my name is mike bazzini
bonafide household name like sergio tachini
wasn’t we here back on raisin h*ll?
or runnin wild like rats in the taco bell
on the mic i spit, the match is lit
mike dino the jeish brad pitt
making music for librarians to burly jocks
the rapper mike d known for cur-ly locks!

/ beastie boys lyrics