Well, it has been about another week in the life of kevin.. i have decided that if i can't find time to update this blasted thing at least twice a week.. once will have to do... either way... blogspot fucked up my template.. so this looks really bad.. and you don't have any of the amazing links that you had before.. i am sorry for that and i will be rebuilding this shit once i have no abundance of things to do, as well as a swift thinking Tony Raymond by my side. (Dispatch - Cover This) well, i have to say.. that i still havn't heard from chris.. im a little worried.. that he's either been contracted to be a top secret sniper in the mid east or something.. knowing chris(t) i find this hard to believe.. so i will just assume that he has been unable to write...
This song depicts how i want my life to be!
chorus) No sleep 'til - Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job's ain't a job - it's a damn good time
City to city - I'm running my rhymes
On location - touring around the nation
Beastie Boys always on vacation
Itchy trigger finger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and able
Ain't no faking - your money I'm taking
Going coast to coast - watching all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden - cold kickin' it live
(bridge) No sleep 'til -
Another place - another train
Another bottle in the brain
Another girl - another fight
Another drive all night
Our manager's crazy - he always smokes dust
He's got his own room at the back of the bus
Tour around the world - you rock around the clock
Plane to hotel - girls on the jock
We're thrashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor - Adrock's out the door
M.C.A.'s in the back because he's skeezin' with a whore
We got a safe in the trunk with money in a stack
With dice in the front and Brooklyn's in the back
(repeat bridge)
(repeat chorus)
Ain't seen the light since we started this band
M.C.A. - get on the mic my man
Born and bred Brooklyn - U.S.A.
They call me Adam Yauch - but I'm M.C.A.
Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Got limos, arenas, TV shows
Autograph pictures and classy hos
Step off homes - get out of my way
Taxing little girlies form here to L.A.
Waking up but I get to sleep
Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
(repeat chorus)
yeah.. now thats some sweet shit.. BEASTIE BOYS... if they weren't anti-war right now.. they'd be a lot cooler... they also need to write about stuff like the above song again.. then they will once again reign as the kings of white rap.. im so SICK of eminem... we need more party music... yeah. this is going to be my Pro-War Rap
all the ladies in the crowd,
its time to get down,
i wanna hear you shout real loud,
while we kill the ones that be brown
U-S-A pushin through iraq
hey this chicks got a pretty nice rack
she best be mah bitch
cuz in my little place i got a little itch
yeah yeahah!