![Escucha Too Many Rappers (New Reactionaries Version) [feat. NAS] de Beastie Boys & Nas](/mkimage/image/thumb/Music6/v4/79/e8/a7/79e8a77a-ac58-7050-8053-38c848e155e4/05099902671659.jpg/1275x1275bb-60.webp "Escucha Too Many Rappers (New Reactionaries Version) [feat. NAS] de Beastie Boys & Nas")
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Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Beastie Boys
Künstler:in
Jon Weiner
Blockflöte
Andre Kelman
Blockflöte
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nas
Komponist:in
Adam Yauch
Komponist:in
Adam Horovitz
Komponist:in
Mike D
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Philippe Zdar
Mischtechniker:in
Vlado Meller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mark Santangelo
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Mic check
Mic check
[Verse 2]
One-one
Two-two
Three-three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three-three
Two-two
One-one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like, "Ladies and Gents, attention"
"Nas in the house with Beastie Boys"
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out
[Verse 3]
Like a Nexus-6, comin' home to roost
Handheld 58 when it's time to get loose
Don't need the ear goggles, just put me through the speakers
Like a scientist with tubes and beakers
Have MCs over my house and fix 'em brunch
But you rappers? We goin' out, goin' dutch
So pass me the sword, I'll start swingin'
Just randomly choppin' on a crazy-ass mission
[Verse 4]
Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh my God, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since '83
I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy **** pullin' out the bag
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad
All these crab rappers, they're rappin' like crabs
[Verse 5]
I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund
I'm no killer but compared to you, I'm more realer
You ain't a shot, a mobster or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you're not. Mafioso, no
You ain't got the cut-throat in ya, beginner
I ain't trying to hear your racket
You work for police, dog, you snitch, you rat
You wear that jacket
[Verse 6]
H-h-how many rappers must get dissed?
Give me eight bars and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, wooh, and I miss
The real hip-hop with which I persist
Like rum and mojitos
Bullets and banditos
Matzoh balls in soup
Jackets and Troop
Yes y'all, this is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, what's the word? Count it off on the hook (Let's go)
[Verse 7]
One-one
Two-two
Three-three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three-three
Two-two
One-one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like, "Ladies and Gents, attention"
"Nas in the house with Beastie Boys"
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out
[Verse 8]
'Cause this is the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you **** rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin 'round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on, off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I ought to charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to
'Cause we'd be makin' $tack$ like Stax Records
My squad, we got a pact, we're never coming wack
[Verse 9]
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And circuit benders tweaked on Splenda
I-I take the cake, I stole the mold
The golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold
Now why all these biters all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', buffin', huffin'
And mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucker, you ain't sayin' nothin'
[Verse 10]
I'm broader than Broadway
I was the project hallway
Dual tape recorder lacing oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when the song's finished, I can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, y'all better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind
And on the rhyme, who's next up?
[Verse 11]
Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the making and now we're taking
Titles, awards and accolades
Skewer the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rocking stadiums to **** bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car
[Verse 12]
One-one
Two-two
Three-three
Too many rappers and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three-three
Two-two
One-one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like, "Ladies and Gents, attention"
"Nas in the house with Beastie Boys"
We can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you've got something on your mind, let it out
Written by: Adam Horovitz, Adam Yauch, Mike D, Nas
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