Alright Hear This Lyrics

(Beastie Boys) 

     Because I grab the microphone and I pick it up
     And then I fuck it up and then I turn it in
     And then I turn it out, got the body rockin' sound
     And then you know I'm gonna get down and
     Eat a scooby snack and take disco nap
     Because I'm shopping at Sears, 'cause I don't buy at the Gap
     Sending this one out to all the funky inspirations
     Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
     Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
     Trying to put what I feel into word and rhymes
     I've got a feeling coming on, I've got to make some shit
     A little something stupid, for the twisted and sick
     Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
     And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
     Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
     Right to left and I'm death defying

     (Chorus) 

     I spin my fortune on a wheel like Sajak
     Here's the payback keep going strong like since the way back
     I try to be myself but I lose track
     'Cause the shit gets complicated now I've got to get back
     As we learn to breed love for one another
     In these times of melding cultures
     I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent
     I know this music comes down from African descent
     Because I don't need a magic potion
     Let me talk about back field in motion
     My girls got cheeks for weeks and I'm happy
     You know I'm a sneak like my old grand pappy
     I gotta give thanks to my man Archie Sheep
     For staying true to inspiration and I don't half step
     So I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
     And I talk to the people like Les Mccann

     (Chorus) 

     I ask God for a rhyme or two
     A little something for the wise as well as the fool
     A little something to affect a little taste of change
     For the together and the strong as well as the dearanged
     I'll do you right like Bobby Knight
     And then I'm rapping on the mic to the Broadway light
     Stomp My hands, I clap my feet and
     I'm bugging off Yusef Lateef
     I got a match to my ass and I'm a keep it lit
     I need to get some cash, call my accountant Britt
     I'm rushing around town taking care of my functions
     Always got one more thing so forget about function
     We create this world and the problems go on
     Create our lives and the things that go wrong
     So to the deaf, the blind, look around and listen
     To what it is you want and for what you're wishing

     (Chorus)