Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
  Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you've got
  We keep the party movin to the broad day light
  g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
      Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it
  No limits to this style and you know you can't lock it
  First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
  But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
  Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze
  Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
  So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
  Before you know it they're boomeranging on back
  I'm the king of Boggle there is none higher
  I get 11 points off the word quagmire
  Fools can't see me and that's how it is
  And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
      Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
  Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you've got
  We keep the party movin to the broad day light
  g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
      Time's an illusion as the moments race by
  Too fast to really grasp though we may try
  Deny, till we die, ooh my my
  These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
  Well second by second and minute by minute
  It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
  Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
  Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes
  So tell me what you need that you have got
  Fiending on power will make your blood clot
  It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
  That's why we can't all just get along
  We're all connected like a Lego set
  One equaling one together like a croquette
  Whether we have or have not yet met
  It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
      Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
  Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you've got
  We keep the party movin to the broad day light
  g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
  Nonstop Hip-Hop
      You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
  The selfish ways just can't maintain
  But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
  Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
  I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
  I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
  You be like hello nasty where you been
  It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
  I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
  I get so hyped when I hear this song
  It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
  So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
  Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
  Multinationals spreading like a rash
  I might stick around or I might be a fad
  But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad
      Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
  Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
  We keep the party movin to the broad day light
  g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
  Junior