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Nonstop Disco Powerpack – Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys

Nonstop Disco Powerpack lyrics

Language
English
Level
Intermediate
Released
2011
Genre
Pop
Length
4:10

  1. (Well how you feelin Ad Rock?) Well I'm feelin well

  2. Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell

  3. (Well how feelin Mike D?) Well I feel all good

  4. All day is how we play in the neighborhood

  5. (Well how you feelin MCA?) Well I feel right

  6. I swing my words on the track cause the track sound tight

  7. (So if you're feelin good and you're feelin right)

  8. (Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic)

  9. Well hello everybody and how you been

  10. It's Ad Rock rappin on the microphone again

  11. I got grace class style finesse and debonaire

  12. Murderalize motherfuckers cause I just don't care

  13. The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer

  14. I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer

  15. Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy

  16. Watch how it's done boy, it looks easy

  17. The non-stop, goin off, kingpin, microphone

  18. boss do my own thing, you can't afford the cost

  19. of my fly styles that complete the turnstile

  20. Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wiggidy wild!

  21. Now get your ass on the floor, I got total control

  22. I flow like the water out your toilet bowls

  23. Your style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch

  24. You know you're not smokin on the microphone much

  25. There's a certain special talent that I never lack

  26. Huh hah huh hah! And that's a fact

  27. Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac

  28. You better break a wishbone cause we never wack

  29. Then, we never that and that is that

  30. And we're the nonstop disco powerpack!

  31. Uhh, that's right, we go all night

  32. Who gonna be next to bless the mic?

  33. Now this is the way we run it down

  34. We're gettin you high on the funky sound

  35. This is the way we get it on

  36. B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn

  37. See I mix my style up like a cement mixer

  38. Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir

  39. Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic louder

  40. Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder

  41. I'll max and relax, champag-no ego

  42. Don't know commando, don't know bandito

  43. Je m'appelle Michele, very long

  44. Me and Dawn in the shack and we got it goin on

  45. Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three

  46. Lookin over his shoulder and he's lookin at me

  47. I'm up right in the face, towel around my waist

  48. What's up with that watch inside the glass case?

  49. I go to make my move, sneak out the place

  50. Undetected! Not leavin a trace

  51. Party's done, microphone threat

  52. Rhymes been jumped, and heads been checked

  53. I see one last profiterol, I make my play

  54. And pass the microphone to MCA

  55. Non-stop, from the top, when you clock, then we rock

  56. Them not kickin, them not stickin, we be makin hip-hop

  57. (So c'mon everybody get down... yeah)

  58. Now there's a spot check, get the dead count down

  59. Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down

  60. Pound for pound, keep the basslines round

  61. See you rockin, clockin, checkin my sound

  62. but I grew up with hip-hop

  63. Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Rock"

  64. It mean a lot spinnin on my Walkman

  65. Shoutout, to the Afrika Bam'

  66. And to the X to the {?} the double-O-N-Y

  67. The one emcee, who you can't deny

  68. At least he threw me records, that made heads fly

  69. Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire

  70. Construct a rhyme, with specific intent

  71. Flippin all the braincells right to the pen

  72. And then I put the root down when I hold the mic

  73. Words flowin so cold turn water to ice

  74. Come through to rock such a rate to tape

  75. You put me in the mix like {?} up at the plate

  76. And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store

  77. The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor

  78. Comin through the speaker to shake your eardrum

  79. Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from

  80. Ad Rock, HUH! Get it on

  81. We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

  82. Now Mike D, HUH! Get it on

  83. We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

  84. And MCA (yeah) get it on

  85. We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

  86. Beastie Boys in the house, don't stop!

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Key vocabulary

clock
timekeeping deviceA1
glass
clear solid drinkwareA1
go
move to a placeA1
good
pleasant; not badA1
heads
leaders; top partsA1
hey
used to get attentionA1
hot
very warmA1
afford
be able to payB1
disco
dance music genreB1
shine
give out lightB1

About this song

Beastie Boys were an American hip-hop group from New York, mixing rap with punk, funk, and jazz. They are known for albums like Licensed to Ill and Paul’s Boutique, which helped define late-1980s rap, along with the MTV hit “Sabotage.”

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Nonstop Disco Powerpack

(Well how you feelin Ad Rock?) Well I'm feelin well

Bonafide, qualified, with a story to tell

(Well how feelin Mike D?) Well I feel all good

All day is how we play in the neighborhood

(Well how you feelin MCA?) Well I feel right

I swing my words on the track cause the track sound tight

(So if you're feelin good and you're feelin right)

(Uhh, somebody step up and grab the mic)

Well hello everybody and how you been

It's Ad Rock rappin on the microphone again

I got grace class style finesse and debonaire

Murderalize motherfuckers cause I just don't care

The Emcee Whisperer kinda like a trainer

I take sucker rappers, I put 'em through a strainer

Like macaroni cause the shit sound cheesy

Watch how it's done boy, it looks easy

The non-stop, goin off, kingpin, microphone

boss do my own thing, you can't afford the cost

of my fly styles that complete the turnstile

Cause it's live and direct, and I'm wiggidy wild!

Now get your ass on the floor, I got total control

I flow like the water out your toilet bowls

Your style is cheap boy, just like a Dutch

You know you're not smokin on the microphone much

There's a certain special talent that I never lack

Huh hah huh hah! And that's a fact

Cause we shine like the chrome on a Cadillac

You better break a wishbone cause we never wack

Then, we never that and that is that

And we're the nonstop disco powerpack!

Uhh, that's right, we go all night

Who gonna be next to bless the mic?

Now this is the way we run it down

We're gettin you high on the funky sound

This is the way we get it on

B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn

See I mix my style up like a cement mixer

Smooth'll fix ya like a rhyme elixir

Hey yo yo soundman, make Mike's mic louder

Don't make me sound cheap like a box of douche powder

I'll max and relax, champag-no ego

Don't know commando, don't know bandito

Je m'appelle Michele, very long

Me and Dawn in the shack and we got it goin on

Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three

Lookin over his shoulder and he's lookin at me

I'm up right in the face, towel around my waist

What's up with that watch inside the glass case?

I go to make my move, sneak out the place

Undetected! Not leavin a trace

Party's done, microphone threat

Rhymes been jumped, and heads been checked

I see one last profiterol, I make my play

And pass the microphone to MCA

Non-stop, from the top, when you clock, then we rock

Them not kickin, them not stickin, we be makin hip-hop

(So c'mon everybody get down... yeah)

Now there's a spot check, get the dead count down

Cause I'ma break it down for ya how we burn it down

Pound for pound, keep the basslines round

See you rockin, clockin, checkin my sound

but I grew up with hip-hop

Still got mad love for a record called "Beat Rock"

It mean a lot spinnin on my Walkman

Shoutout, to the Afrika Bam'

And to the X to the {?} the double-O-N-Y

The one emcee, who you can't deny

At least he threw me records, that made heads fly

Sit down to write and the pen blazed fire

Construct a rhyme, with specific intent

Flippin all the braincells right to the pen

And then I put the root down when I hold the mic

Words flowin so cold turn water to ice

Come through to rock such a rate to tape

You put me in the mix like {?} up at the plate

And then they press it on wax, sell it in the store

The DJ's screamin kick it out on the dancefloor

Comin through the speaker to shake your eardrum

Braincells get with it make you hear where we're from

Ad Rock, HUH! Get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Now Mike D, HUH! Get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

And MCA (yeah) get it on

We gonna rock the house until the break of dawn

Beastie Boys in the house, don't stop!