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Beastie Boys

Time To Get Ill

 

Time To Get Ill

(Album: Licensed To Ill - 1986)


What's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
Now what's the time?
It's time to get ill

I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic, I just say my rhymes
And I'm out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life, and I won't go to jail
I'm cool, calm, collected, from class I was ejected
Just me, Mike D, and MCA, we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's the time? It's time to get ill

You been fully captivated by that funky-ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when MCA's in the place
He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand
Cold chilling in the spot at the microphone stand
I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car
But I'm chiller with the Miller, cold cooling at the bar
I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still
What's the time? It's time to get ill

Yeah
Look-lookin'-look-look-look-look
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
Looking at my Gucci, it's about that time

Deee
Went outside my house, I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime, I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than Phyllis Diller
MCA takes a stand, man, you're in command
Homebody, turn it out and don't give a damn
Man my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill
And what's the time? It's time to get ill

I'm Mr. Ed
The famous Mr. Ed
Riding down the block...uh-uh

Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chilling just as chill as I can
Cooling on the corner with a forty of OE
'Cause me and MCA we're down with Mike D
Man, when I run a jam, I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass, I say, "Thank you, ma'am."
Fuel injected, rhyme connected, running things
Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock and I'm the king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot, things are getting hot
I'm MCA, I'm here to stay, and you sir, you are not
Oh no, it could not be, it's such a sight to see
It's such a trip, you're on my tip, so listen to Mike D
My work is my play, because I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D, as you can see, man, I can do the jerk
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, it's chill
What's the time? It's time to get ill

Now what's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill

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