Video Long Burn The Fire de Beastie Boys 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Beastie Boys - Long Burn The Fire Lyrics

This is it y'all, some nasty shits for ya

Jump out the window onto a parade balloon
My style is iller than the goblins in "Troll 2"
'Cause I'm the type of Mc with the most pizzazz
You're stealing my book like I was Grandmaster Caz

Got rhymes about antihistamines and analgesics
Rhyme about expectorants, y'all don't see it
Soothsayer, not a player, rhyme sayer extreme
Burn like fire when I step on the scene

I've got shark's teeth so I can bite your head
I've got tiger's claws that'll scratch you dead
I've got wings like a dragon when I'm flying above

Shoot venom from my eyes when it's time to get rough
So step back and check yourself
This Mc's got weapons that'll ruin your health

So if you're feeling strong, then reach for yours
My book is my shield and my mic
is my sword, sword, sword...

Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free

Now it's Adrock rappin', I'm back again
Like a Big Mac attack on your gut
and that's wack, my friend

I'm a maxer relaxer and I'm chillin'
I take that shit serious like Jerome to grillin'
I burn you to a crisp, sucker, back up off the toaster
I make you sick like at Kenny Rogers Roaster

See this rap thing is all about the braggadocio
I check my rear view, Mcs ain't gettin' closer
People think I'm slow '
cause I'm just I'm underchallenged

See me, you're like, "Man, that's remarkable talent"
Live round the clock like Disco Donut
I'm like a tailor 'cause I got the thing sewn up
Or a proctologist, I move asses

Got so much heat that I fog your mom's glasses
Proof is in the pudding and the pudding's in my pants
You heard me rap and now watch me dance

Long burn the fire
The truth shall set you free

Save the date for when they hoist our number to the rafters
Above the haters, you can hear our laughter
Like Willis Reed or Elton John
We done been in the game and our game's still on

It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation
Just holding it down like the gravitation
To all the heads that said, "No can do"
Adrock's in the bath filled with chocolate fondue

Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini
Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini
"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"
Running wild like rats in the Taco Bell

On the mic I spit, the match it's lit
Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt
Making music for librarians to burly jocks
The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks