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No sleep till 
Brooklyn 
 
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal 
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle 
My job 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 are at the Garden, cold kickin' it live 
 
No sleep till 
 
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 
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, Ad Rock's out the door 
MCA'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 
 
No sleep till 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
 
Ain't seen the light since we started this band 
MCA, get on the mic my man 
Born and bred in Brooklyn, the U.S.A. 
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA 
 
Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon 
I sip the def ale with all the fine 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 before I get to sleep 
'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week 
 
No sleep till 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn 
No sleep till Brooklyn