The Vibes Beastie Boys

I kick out the jams and tell you who I am
I'll make you shake your ass like Les MaCann (yeah)
And then you're out talking shit like Yosemite Sam
You've got the elephant feet like Les McCann

Up the crack of dawn, I'm on my way
We're talking two foot dump and there'll be no delay
Cause I'm gone, the shit's getting out of hand
I'm changing my middle name to first Trem

I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petit
I've got holes in my mouth where my teeth should be
You ask, Whatever happenened to the rappin' duke?
I heard the Captain's gonna sign him to Jive and that's the truth

Taking care of my functions, still smokin' up the shrubery
I stopped eating chicken cause the shit was too rubbery
My produce, organic, from my own yard
Only the freshest herbs and growing's not too hard

Vibes, vibrations
Vibes, vibrations

Dreaming on it, screaming on it, ready to get dumb
Waxing up my long joint, ready to get some
Looking at my board and my old boots
Seeing a waist deep champagne moment of truth