Lyrics: Beastie Boys. Hot Sauce Committee Pt. 2. Say It.

Say it !

mca

to the heart of the matter the mic i shatter
say cold in the mic and make your teeth chatter
you climb the corporate ladder to make your pocket's fatter
we be flipping styles like pancake batter

mike d

lookin through your vinyls spying on me
im running like a rhino on a chicken spree
call yourself an mc buts what's you truth?
you gotta another noose inside the toll booth

ad rock

suckas sniffing on socks chewing on rocks
my competition has the combination to the lock
you wanna get inside and then you best not knock
and then you get on you got to rock the spot

chorus
once it hits your mind what you gonna do?
dont keep it inside ... you got to ...
say it! let it out. let it out.
scream. run and shout run and shout
scream. gotta put it out. put it out.
say it. gonna get it out. get it out.

mca

now i can feel it in my blood stream see it in the eyes
people lining up with their own demise
they have the man made troubles to monetize
corporate violence we cant reply

mike d

you could keep em out of service and your a complainer
you bust your ass jones like you slipped on a banana
like nick nack paddy wack you got to let it out
from the vine to line to the world give a shout

adrock

line to the line paper to the pen
a brand new dance called david rodigan
you sure really wanna let me begin
you cant stop me rhyming when i let go

mike d

life is good and then it gets you
stuff you thought it comes true

chorus
once it hits your mind what you gonna do?
dont keep it inside ... you got to ...
say it! let it out. let it out.
scream. run and shout run and shout
scream. gotta put it out. put it out.
say it. gonna get it out. get it out.

suckers