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Well, it's
Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party people
'Cause when we're gettin' down we are all equal
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
Like pins and needles and words that sting
At the blink of an eye I will do my thing
It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
Like diggin' down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin' down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an eight-oh-eight
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
I got the spice you bring the sauce
And you can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
Well I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
'Cause I can give you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit
"And when I got a new rhyme I just say"
So!
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco disco breakin'
Is Manhattan in the house?
Is Manhattan in the house?
Fifty cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party people
'Cause when we're gettin' down we are all equal
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
Like pins and needles and words that sting
At the blink of an eye I will do my thing
It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
Like diggin' down deep in the record bins
Everybody gettin' down make no mistake
Nothing sounds quite like an eight-oh-eight
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken
When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
I got the spice you bring the sauce
And you can kiss my ass you funky boss
Now that you got what you want, you want more
Well I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
'Cause I can give you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit
"And when I got a new rhyme I just say"
So!
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco, disco breakin'
Money makin', money money makin'
Super disco disco breakin'
Is Manhattan in the house?
Is Manhattan in the house?
Lyrics submitted by piesupreme
Super Disco Breakin' Lyrics as written by Adam Nathaniel Yauch Adam Horovitz
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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"Well!... It's!... 50 cups of coffee & you know it's on!" It's been 14 years but I can actually remember the first time I heard Super Disco Breakin'. I just remember thinking, "How do these old bastards keep doing this?!" I was immediately in love with this song after buying Hello Nasty at a midnight selling in 1998. We listened on the ride home & took the CD inside to hear the rest. Once it was over, we all got really fucked up & listened to it again. The Beasties had successfully reinvented themselves again. This time they had a secret weapon- Serial Wax Killer-Mix Master Mike!