[Because it's "[A Roller Skating Jam Named] Saturday[s]."]
I'm iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
These MCs is eatable
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
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
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
Primante Mist is afraid of my lungs
We eat fish, toss salads, and make rap ballads