I'm renting the universe
But the stars don't fit and my bars are too mega
Is the fruit of my labor, my plate is full of color
Arugula and rutabaga, share the food with my neighbor
Truly innovative like Fela Kuti and Ginger Baker
Expand your consciousness and dismiss the foolishness
[Not my favorite KRS song...but that's because they're all good.]
Tasty like a souffle, a French croissant on Tuesday
Rappers be booty
Goofy, that's how they crew stay
In the middle of wack, my soul sticks to a track
[I love Common.]
I never kissed the ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses
Thick, and I lasted past these rat bastards
I keep all my rhymes in my LeSportsac
[For an awesome list of all the food-related lyrics ever written by the Beastie Boys, check out this post by The Food in My Beard.]
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye
I got to do my thing and that's no lie
And if you are what you eat, they're feeding me dope
[Usually, being sick almost every day really sucks. But yesterday, being sick and unemployed meant I got to watch the New England Pats (and forever fantasy husband Julian Edelman) WIN THE SUPERBOWL. I haven't been this happy in years.]
As I shoot the gift, MCs stand stiff
While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif
Code name: Famous Amos
Don't mess with the Ritz Bitz, Wheat Thins, Saltines, or Triscuits
Matzos or Cheez-Its
Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of
Chips Ahoy, double chocolate chunk
Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk