Beastie Boys: Video Anthology

"Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. Another dimension. Another dimension. Mike D: Well now don't you tell me to smile. You stick around I'll make it worth your while. Got numbers beyond what you can dial. Maybe it's because I'm so versatile. Ad-Rock: Style profile I said. It always brings me back when I hear 'Ooh Child.' From the Hudson River out to the Nile. I run the marathon until the very last mile. MCA: Well if you battle me I will revile. People always say my style is wild. You've got gall, you've got guile. Step to me, I'm a rapophile. Mike D: If you want to battle you're in denial. Coming from Uranus to check my style. Go ahead put my rhymes on trial. Cast you off into exile. Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. Ad-Rock: Jazz and AWOL; that's our team. Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene. When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend. I like my sugar with coffee and cream. MCA: Well I gotta' keep it going, keep it going full steam. Too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean. Well on the tough guy style I'm not too keen. To try to change the world, I'll plot and scheme. Mike D: Mario C likes to keep it clean clean. Gonna' shine like a sunbeam beam. Keep on rappin' cause that's my dream. Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes. Ad-Rock: Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green. Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine. Another dimension, new galaxy. Intergalactic planetary. Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. MCA: From the family tree of old school hip-hop. Kick off your shoes and relax your socks. The rhymes will spread just like a pox. 'Cause the music is live like an electric shock. Mike D: I am known to do the Wop. Also known for the Flintstone Flop. Tammy D getting biz on the crop. Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop Ad-Rock: Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop. If my rap's soup my beats is stock. Step from the tables when I start to chop. I'm a lumber jack; DJ Ad-Rock. MCA: If you try to knock me you'll get mocked. I'll stir fry you in my wok. Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop. Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock. Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. Another dimension. Another dimension."

"Ad-Rock: Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat. And I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat. Mike D: A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic. They'll be staring at the radio, stayin' up all night. MCA: So like a pimp, I'm pimpin'. I got a boat to eat shrimp in. Nothing wrong with my leg, I'm just B-boy limpin'. Ad-Rock: Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumpin' on a float. My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat. MCA: 'Ooh-ooh' is my disco call. I'm gettin' rope, y'all. Routines I bust, and the rhymes that I write. And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night. Ad-Rock: Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking your nose, man. I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes. Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D: You heard my style, I think you missed the point; 'it's the joint.' Ad-Rock: Mike D, with your bad self running things. What's up with your bad breath onion rings. Mike D: Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead. Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med. Ad-Rock: Make another record 'cause the people; they want more of this. Suckers they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz. Mike D: Hurricane, you got clout. Other DJs, he'll put your head out. MCA: A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme or do my thing. I'm in a lava lamp inside my brain hotel. I might be freakin' or peakin', but I rock well. Ad-Rock: The Patty Duke, the Wrench, and then I bust the Tango. Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango. MCA: I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a. 'Shake your rump-a.' Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D: A full clout, y'all, a full clout, y'all. And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all. A full clout. Mike D: Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest. Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest. MCA: Yeah, we've got beef, chief. We're knocking out teeth, chief. And if you don't believe us, you should question your belief, Keith. Ad-Rock: I'm like Sam the butcher, bringing Alice the meat. Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet. Mike D: Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it. In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet. Ad-Rock: Rope-a-dope dookies all around the neck. 'Who-ha, got them all in check.' Mike D: Running from the law, the press, and the parents. 'Is your name Michael Diamond?' - No, mine's Clarence. MCA: From downtown, Manhattan, the Village. My style is wild, and you know that it still is. Ad-Rock, MCA, Mike D: Disco bag schlepping, and you're doing the bump. 'Shake your rump-a.'"