Boys Beastie Putting Shame In Your Game Lyrics

Putting Shame In Your Game Lyrics

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  

 Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it  

 No limits to this style 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 boogle 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 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  

 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 Leggo 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 got  

 We keep the party movin to the broad day light  

 g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright  

 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  

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