Putting Shame in Your Game Lyrics

Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
     Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
     We keep the party movin to the broad day light
     g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
     Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it
     No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
     First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
     But I've got the styles that are always in the pocket
     Like a bird floating down on a New York breeze 
     Every thought in the mind is a planted seed
     So watch the mind or the thoughts will stack
     Before you know it they're boomeranging on back
     I'm the king of boogle there is none higher
     I get 11 points off the word quagmire
     Fools can't see me and that's how it is
     And that's how I like it cause that's my biz
     Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
     Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
     We keep the party movin to the broad day light
     g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

     Time's an illusion as the moments race by
     Too fast to really grasp though we may try
     Deny, till we die, ooh my my
     These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
     Second by second and minute by minute
     It's like lotto you gotta be in it to win it
     Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
     Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes
     So tell me what you need that you have got
     Fiending on power will make your blood clot
     It starts with the greed and then goes all wrong
     That's why we can't all just get along
     We're all connected like a Leggo set
     One equaling one together like a croquette
     Whether we have or have not yet met
     It ain't no thing and it ain't no sweat
     Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
     Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
     We keep the party movin to the broad day light
     g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright

     You're caught in a panic and it's rattled your brain
     The selfish ways just can't maintain
     But these are the breaks when you try and come fake
     Don't come with the rhymes that you just half baked
     I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
     I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
     You be like hello nasty where you been
     It's time you brought the grimy beats out the dungeon
     I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
     I get so hyped when I hear this song
     It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
     So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
     Don't grease my palm with your filthy cash
     Multinationals spreading like a rash
     I might stick around or I might be a fad
     But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad 
     Beatsie Beatsie Boys gettin live on the spot
     Puttin all kinds of shame in the game you got
     We keep the party movin to the broad day light
     g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
     Junior