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No till

Foot on the pedal, never false metal
Engine running hotter a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job, it's a damn time
City to city, I'm running my

On location, touring the nation
Beastie Boys always on
Itchy finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do because I'm illing and able

Ain't no faking, money I'm taking
Going coast to coast, watching all the shaking
While you're at the job working nine to
The Beastie Boys are at the Garden, cold it live

No sleep

Another plane, train, another bottle in the brain
girl, another fight, another drive all night
Our manager's crazy, he always dust
He's got his own room at the of the bus

Tour the world, you rock around the clock
to hotel, girls on the jock
We're thrashing hotels it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth while

on the floor, Ad Rock's out the door
MCA's in the back 'cause he's skeezin' a whore
We got a in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and in the back

No till
No till Brooklyn
No sleep Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started band
MCA, get on the mic my man
and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A.
They me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA

a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fine
Got limos, arenas, TV
Autograph and classy hos

off homes, get out of my way
Taxing little girlies here to L.A.
Waking up before I get to
'Cause I'll be rocking this eight days a week

No till
No till Brooklyn
No sleep till
No sleep till
No till Brooklyn

No sleep till
No till Brooklyn
No till Brooklyn

No till Brooklyn
No till Brooklyn
No sleep Brooklyn