Time To Get Ill

Song Time To Get Ill
Artist Beastie Boys
Album Licensed To Ill

Lyrics

作词 : Beastie Boys, Rubin
What's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
Now what's the time?
It's time to get ill
I'm not the type of person like to waste my time
And when I'm on the mic,
I just say my rhymes
And I'm not out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life, and
I won't go to jail
I'm cool, calm, collected, from class
I was ejected
Just me, Mike
D, and MCA, rarely disrespected
I got all the time that
I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when
MCA's in the place
He stumbles in the room with the
Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand
I'd have the pedal to the metal if
I had a car
But I'm chiller with the
Miller, cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink a quart of
Monkey and still stand still
What's the time?
It's time to get ill
Walkin' in my
Gucci, it's about that time
Walkin' in my
Gucci, it's about that time
Went outside my house,
I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime,
I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than
Phillis Diller
MCA take a stand, man in command
Homeboy, turn it out, don't give a damn
Man, my name is
MCA, I've got a license to kill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
I'm Mr. Air
The famous
Mr. AirRiding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as
I canCoolin' on the corner with a forty of
O.E.'Cause me and
MCA, we're down with
Mike DMan, when
I run a jam,
I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass,
I say, "Thank you ma'am."
Fuel injected, rhyme connected, running things
Well, I'm the
King Ad Rock and
I'm the king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot, things are gettin' hot
I'm MCA, I'm here to stay and you sir, you are not
Oh no, it could not be, it's such a sight to see
It's such a trip, you're on my tip, so listen to
Mike DMy work is my play, because
I'm playing when
I workMy name's
Mike D, as you can see and
I can do the jerk
MCA, Ad Rock,
Mike D, it's chill
What's the time?
It's time to get ill
Now, what's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
Now what's the time?
It's time to get ill

Pinyin

zuò cí : Beastie Boys, Rubin
What' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
And what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
So what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
Now what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
I' m not the type of person like to waste my time
And when I' m on the mic,
I just say my rhymes
And I' m not out on bail, the check is in the mail
They can sentence me to life, and
I won' t go to jail
I' m cool, calm, collected, from class
I was ejected
Just me, Mike
D, and MCA, rarely disrespected
I got all the time that
I need to kill
What' s that time?
It' s time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass
Your girlfriend screams when
MCA' s in the place
He stumbles in the room with the
Chivas in his hand
Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand
I' d have the pedal to the metal if
I had a car
But I' m chiller with the
Miller, cold coolin' at the bar
I can drink a quart of
Monkey and still stand still
What' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
Walkin' in my
Gucci, it' s about that time
Walkin' in my
Gucci, it' s about that time
Went outside my house,
I went down to the deli
I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly
I got rhymes galime,
I got rhymes galilla
And I got more rhymes than
Phillis Diller
MCA take a stand, man in command
Homeboy, turn it out, don' t give a damn
Man, my name is
MCA, I' ve got a license to kill
And what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
I' m Mr. Air
The famous
Mr. AirRiding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as
I canCoolin' on the corner with a forty of
O. E.' Cause me and
MCA, we' re down with
Mike DMan, when
I run a jam,
I don' t give a damn
When I' m throwing bass,
I say, " Thank you ma' am."
Fuel injected, rhyme connected, running things
Well, I' m the
King Ad Rock and
I' m the king of all kings
I' m looking for a spot, things are gettin' hot
I' m MCA, I' m here to stay and you sir, you are not
Oh no, it could not be, it' s such a sight to see
It' s such a trip, you' re on my tip, so listen to
Mike DMy work is my play, because
I' m playing when
I workMy name' s
Mike D, as you can see and
I can do the jerk
MCA, Ad Rock,
Mike D, it' s chill
What' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
Now, what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
And what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
So what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill
Now what' s the time?
It' s time to get ill