Beastie Boys - Time To Get Ill lyrics

I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time And when I'm on the mic I just say my rhymes Because I'm out on bail the check is in the mail They can sentence me to life but I won't go to jail I'm cool calm collected from cla** I was ejected Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. we're rarely disrespected I got all the time that I need to k** What's the time? it's time to get ill You been fully captivated by that funky a** ba** Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'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 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 M.C.A. takes a stand man you're in command Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn My name is M.C.A. I've got a license to k** What's the time? it's time to get ill Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E. 'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D. When I run a jam I don't give a damn When I'm throwing ba** I say, "Thank you ma'am." Fuel injected, rhyme connected running things I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings I'm looking for a spot things are gettin' hot I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay and you sir, 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 D. My work is my play cause I'm playing when I work My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill What's the time? it's time to get ill