"No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn"
by Beastie Boys (1978-2012)

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 to watch all the girlies shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
The Beastie Boys at the Garden cold kickin' it live

No sleep 'til

Another plane 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

Trashing hotels like it's going out of style
Getting paid along the way 'cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor Ad-Rock's out the door
M.C.A.'s in the back 'cause 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
White boys got more rhymes

No sleep 'til
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn

Ain't seen the light since we started this band
So, M.C.A. get on the mic my man

Born and bred in 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

Limos, arenas, and TV shows
Autograph, pictures and classy hos

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

No sleep 'til
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn

No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn

No sleep 'til Brooklyn
No sleep 'til Brooklyn