Original Release Date: 1986 Now here's a little story I've got to tell About three bad brothers you know so well It started way back in history With Adrock, MCA, and me - Mike D. Been had a little horsy named Paul Revere Just me and my horsy and a quart of beer Riding across the land, kicking up sand Sheriff's posse on my tail cause I'm in demand One lonely Beastie I be All by myself without nobody The sun is beating down on my baseball hat The air is gettin' hot the beer is getting flat Lookin' for a girl I ran into a guy His name is MCA, I said, "Howdy" he said, "Hi" He told a little story that sounded well rehearsed Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst The brew was in my hand and he was on my tip His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry he asked me for a sip He said, "Can I get some?" I said, "You can't get none!" Had a chance to run He pulled out his shotgun He was quick on the draw I thought I'd be dead He put the gun to my head and this is what he said, "Now my name is MCA I've got a license to kill I think you know what time it is it's time to get ill Now what do we have here an outlaw and his beer I run this land, you understand I make myself clear." We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grin You think this story's over but it's ready to begin "Now I got the gun you got the brew You got two choices of what you can do It's not a tough decision as you can see I can blow you away or you can ride with me" I said, I'll ride with you if you can ...
Keywords: Beastie Boys, Paul Revere, Licensed To Ill
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