The New Style
Title | The New Style |
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Artist | Beastie Boys |
Album | Licensed to Ill |
Release Date | 1986-11-06 |
Description | This is the second single — and Track #2 — from Beastie Boys' debut full-length album, Licensed To Ill. The record was released on 6.6.1986 by Def Jam Recordings, a division of CBS/Columbia Records. The track was co-produced by Beastie Boys, engineered by Steve Ett, and mastered by Howie Weinberg. Samples include: “Drop the Bomb“ by Trouble Funk from the album, Drop the Bomb (1982) “Peter Piper“ by Run-DMC from the album, Raising Hell, (1986) “2-3 Break“ by The B-Boys from the album 2-3 Break (1983) Beastiemania reports that “The New Style” has been performed in 71 known concerts. 1st Known Performance: 12.26.1986 — The Ritz, New York, US http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKT86RBUCYY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTdoYUAQvls https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rt-WvHQB22w https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gl7H8xr1dIc Last Known Performance: 8.20.2007 — Greek Theatre, Los Angeles, CA, US Here’s a rendition from Black Thought feat. Yasiin Bey (Mos Def) from the Lyricist Lounge 20th Anniversary on 6.23.2012. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oulPDZGV0Sw&feature=related source: hiphopcollector |
Lyrics | [Intro: Ad-Rock] And on the cool check-in Centerstage on the mic And we puttin' it on wax It's the new style [Verse 1: MCA + Ad-Rock + Mike D] Four and three and two and one (What up?) And when I'm on the mic—the suckers run (Word!) Down with Ad-Rock and Mike D, and you ain't And I got more juice than Picasso got paint Got rhymes that are rough and rhymes that are slick I'm not surprised you're on my dick (Mike D!) B-E-A-S-T-I-E What up, Mike D? Aw—yeah—that's me I got franks and pork and beans Always bust the new routines I get it, I got it—I know it's good The rhymes I write—you wish you would I'm never in training, my voice is not straining People always biting, and I'm sick of complaining So I went into the locker room during classes Went into your locker, and I smashed your glasses You're from Secaucus—I'm from Manhattan You're jealous of me because your girlfriend is cattin' [Chorus: Sample + Beastie Boys] ("There it is") Kick it! [Verse 2: MCA + Ad-Rock + Mike D] Father to many—married to none And in case you're unaware: I carry a gun (Word) Stepped into the party, the place was over-packed Saw the kid that dissed my homeboy, shot him in the back Man, I had to get a beeper 'cause my phone is tapped You better keep your mouth shut 'cause I'm fully strapped I got money in the bank, I can still get high That's why your girlfriend thinks that I'm so fly I've got money and juice, twin sisters in my bed Their father had envy, so I shot him in the head If I played guitar, I'd be Jimmy Page The girlies I like are underage (Shh! Check it) Girls with boyfriends are the kinds I like I'll steal your honey like I stole your bike My father, he's jealous 'cause I'm making that green (What up?) I've got a list of girlies' numbers from the places I've been [Chorus: Sample + Beastie Boys] ("There it is") Kick it! You might also like[Verse 3: MCA + Ad-Rock + Mike D + Beastie Boys] You wanna know why? Because I'm— October 31st, that is my date of birth I got to the party, you know what I did? The Smurf! Taxin' all the females, from coast to coast And when I get my fill, I'm chilly most We ragtag girlies back at the hotel And then we all switch places when I ring the bell I chill at White Castle 'cause it's the best But I'm fly at Fatburger when—when he's—I'm way out west (Check it) Check; K-I-N-G A-D—whammy! All the fine ladies, they're on my jammy Went to the prom—wore the fly blue rental Got six girlies in my Lincoln Continental I met a girl at the party, and she started to flirt I told her some rhymes, and she pulled up her skirt (Check it) Spent some bank, got a high powered jumbo Rolled up a wooly—what'd he do?—and I watched Columbo [Interlude: MCA + Ad-Rock] Let me clear my throat Kick it over here, baby pop And let all the fly skimmies feel the beat— Mmm—drop [Verse 4: MCA + Ad-Rock + Mike D + Beastie Boys] Coolin' on the corner on a hot summer's day Just me, my posse, and—MCA A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursin' .22 automatic on my person Got my hand in my pocket and my finger's on the trigger My posse's gettin' big—and my posse's gettin' bigger Some voices got treble—some voices got bass We got the kind of voices that are in your face! Like the bun to the burger—and like the burger to the bun Like the cherry—to the apple—to the peach—to the plum I'm the King of the Ave.—and I'm the king of the block Well, I'm MCA—and I'm the King Ad-Rock Well, I'm Mike D—I got all the fly juice On the checkin' at the party on the Forty Deuce Walking down the block with the fresh fly threads Beastie Boys—fly the biggest heads [Outro: Beastie Boys] Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho... Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho... Brooklyn, ho Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho... |