lyrics to Intergalactic by "The Beastie Boys"

Chorus:

Intergalactic, planetery, planetery, intergalactic (x4)

Another dimension... (x8)

Well, now, don't you tell me to smile

You stick around I'll make it worth your while

Like numbers beyond what you can dial

Maybe its because we're so versatile

Style, profile I said

It always brings me back when I hear, Wu Child

From The Hudson River out to the Nile

I run the marathon to the very last mile

Well if you battle me I feel reviled

People always sayin' my style is wild

You've got gaul, you've got guile

If you step to me I'm going to rap full file

If you wanna battle you're in denial

Comin' from Uranus to check my style

Go ahead with my rhymes I'll trial

Cast you off into exhile

Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic (x2)

Jazz and AWOL, that's our team

Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene

When it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend

I like my sugar with coffee and cream

Well I have to keep it going keep it going full steam

To sweet to be sour to nice to be mean

With the tough guy style I'm not too keen

Trying to change the world, I'm going to plot and scheme

Mario C likes to keep it clean

Goin' to shine like a sunbeam

Keep on rappin', cause that's my dream

Thank Moe Dee for 'Sticking to Themes'

Now when it comes to envy ya'll is green

Jealous of the rhyme and the ryhme routine

Another dimension, new galaxy

Intergalatic planetary!

Intergalactic, planetary, planetary, intergalactic (x4)

We're from the family tree of old school hip-hop

Kick off your shoes and relax your socks

Your rhymes are spread just like a pox

Cause the music is loud like an electric shock

I am known to do the wop

Also known for the Flintstone Flop

Tammy D gets biz on the crops

Beastie Boys known to let the beat...

"MMM, D-r-r-rop!"

Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop

If I rap soup my beats is stock

Step from the table when I start to chop

I'm the lumberjack DJ AD Rock!

If you try to knock me you'll get mopped

I'll stir fry you in my wok

Your knees start shakin and your fingers pop

Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock