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Foot on the pedal, never false metal
Engine running than 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 on vacation
Itchy trigger but a stable turntable
I do what I do best because I'm illing and

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

No sleep

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

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

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

Like a to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale all the fine women
Got limos, arenas, TV
pictures and classy hos

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

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

No sleep Brooklyn
No sleep Brooklyn
No sleep till

No till Brooklyn
No till Brooklyn
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