Let the Funk Flow

[Intro: Beastie Boys]
L-L-L-Let it flow!
L-L-Le-Le-Let it flow! Flow!

[Verse 1: Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys]
Relax while I tax, or you can just max
It really doesn't matter, just stay the hell back
Poppin' much junk, now the time has arosen
I pick your card and your name has been chosen
Not all about line uppin' or the stick up scene
Let it flow! you know what I mean
I'm the PMD, in the place to be
Clock rhymin' and I lock ya', around the tick-tocker
Suckers steady clockin' at the same time jockin'
So a brother like MD takes a chill and lay low
Hypnotize your girl, while the funk flow

[Refrain: Beastie Boys]
Let it flow!

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
I got my girls to keep me pumpin', just like Getty
Use the same fuel as Mario Andretti
Kickin' butt in the beginning all the way to the end
He drives, I rhyme no matter what we win
I come fully equipped, with the mic on my hip
So if you real, it's no time to slip
'Cause when it's time for some action, check on the Mic-hael Jackson
Do a spin grab my nuts, and start taxin'
Let the MC's know that I shock like lightning
They mess with the E-Double-E, I sounds frightening

[Refrain: Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys]
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!
Let it flow!
Let it flow!

[Verse 3: Erick Sermon & Parrish Smith]
Blast off, and off you go
We usually take off fast, but now we take off slow
I would say Bon Voyage, but I'm not leavin
I don't wanna go, but the girlies keep screamin'
So I will stay, if that's fine wit you
But I won't leave, until the party is through
So while I'm here, let me get funky
Fiendin' for the rhyme like a four-deuce junkie
Put the pep in your step, the stride in your glide
EPMD them goin' nationwide

[Verse 4: Parrish Smith & Erick Sermon]
While the bass is steady pumpin' and the beat be like thumpin'
You lose your cool, then you start jumpin'
You're out of control, and I'm right on track
In seconds later I work the bone out your back
To mess with the two is to mess with hot water
We like to hang, torture then slaughter
All sucker MC's, who proceed to intrude
E said "let em slide", say what but I'm in the mood
For dishin' and dismissin', all those who don't listen
Reel the ones who's in, as if we was fishin'
So in eighty-eight, no wait I think it's too late
Cause in eighty-seven, you bit on the old bait

[Refrain: Erick Sermon & Beastie Boys]
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!
Let it flow!

[Verse 5: Parrish Smith]
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
When the brother PMD is on the microphone
The slow momentum of my rhymes are divine and combined
To go off beat, and come back on time
To maintain and explain, but never sound the same
And when it comes to do this, very few remain
People on my jock for the rhymes I invent
Dip in a phone booth just like Clark Kent
Step out dressed to impress, with no intention to fess
Chillin' hard, with the P on my chest
Rhymin' on the mic, while the beat rocks steady
Throw a funky fresh rhyme and MC's fetch it like Freddy

[Verse 6: Erick Sermon]
Listen to heavy metal, hardcore rock 'n' roll
Drink a six-pack, maybe Miller or Stroh
That's not the move, it's about hip-hop
The loud guitar playin' and screamin' has to stop
Let's get it straight for nineteen eighty-eight
For it can sound fine for nineteen eighty-nine
I hear the girls out there sayin' E is hot
That only shows you what juice I got
And if you don't like me, and you yellin boo
There's nothin' wrong wit me, it's somethin' wrong with you

[Refrain: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith & Beastie Boys]
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!
So let the funk flow
Let it flow!

[Outro: Parrish Smith, Erick Sermon & Beastie Boys]
Yo, this beat is sort of funky
Man, I ain't worried about it, I know it's funky
Let it flow!