Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right - Revisited - International Version

(Buzzing sound)

(Muffled) ♪ You gotta fight ♪

♪ For your right ♪
(Drumkit and Bass noises)

♪ To paaaar-ty ♪

(Less Muffled) ♪ You gotta fight ♪

♪ For your right ♪

♪ To paaaar-ty ♪

♪ Music ♪

♪ Paaaaaaaaar-ty! ♪

♪ Music ♪

♪ Paaaaaaaaar-ty! ♪

- ♪ Paaaaaaaaar-ty! ♪
- Yo, that was crazy!

Dude I put fuckin'
Spanish Fly in the punch.

You see me smash that
fuckin' TV set with a sledgehammer?

That was so retarded!

Where are you coming from?

Did you guys just come from
our apartment?

(all speaking) No

No ma'am.

No we were coming from
our friend's up on the top floor.

- Yeah
- Yup

That floor is unoccupied.

If there is any damage to our apartment,

I promise you.

I will not hesitate to call the police.

No, no, we were just passing through,
I promise

(all speaking) yeah, yup
just upstairs

(Old man) Where are you coming from?

(all) From our friend's apartment
on the top floor.

But it is unoccupied.

Yeah, but we were helping him
move in.

We're all, we're movers.

What are their names?

Who?

The people that just moved in.

(nearly inaudibly) Faketington

Faketon?

Tim, Tim Faketon.

Tim Faketon.

So there haven't been any
pie fights up there

because I keep finding these
pie remnants all the time

You know how long it takes us to get pie

out of a rug?

Forever. Forever.

Forever. And it's expensive.

(mumbling) You guys? Pie?

Seen any sort of desserts

at all today.

- Nope
- No, nothin'

But, did you,

did you hear the word sledgehammer?

I'm afraid I did.

- I heard the word sledgehammer.
- Yeah, I did.

- What is that about?
- So yeah, what is that?

- Smashing TVs, sledgehammers, I mean where--
- Yeah. Because this has happened before.

- Absolutely.
- It's happened before.

Let's not pretend it hasn't.

We know it's happened before.

So?

(Stutters) I didn't hear anything.

Did you say sledgehammer?

I might have been talking
about a sledgehammer earlier.

But not in any smashing context.

Not in any smashing context at all.

(all) no, no.

Just in how it's a very useful tool
of the century.

(Lady) I mean where would you even
get a sledgehammer?

- Where does one find a sledgehammer?
- Why would you have a sledgehammer?

At this hour?

- That's the question!
- I mean, yeah.

Where would you even get one?

Who'd bring sledgehammers?

We wouldn't bring any tools here.

Would you bring a sledgehammer
into your own house?

Would you throw pies
in your own house?

I don't think so.

Would you do that?

I think

we can all agree we're all on
the same team here,

and that's the no pie, no
sledgehammer team, so

(muttered assent)

I think that's where we stand.

I don't even understand what that means.

- Well, you know
- I don't know what you're saying.

It's to make, you know,
it's complicated.

I think you should stay here
while we check.

- Yeah.
- Just to make sure, because

(All) Yeah, yeah, okay.

- Yeah, we can, (all agreeing)
- (Man) Stay right here.

Stay right here

Don't even think about moving.

Don't move.

(ominous low-pitched note sustained)

(door opening, creaking)

(car noises, honking)

Man, it's early.

Man, those parents were buggin'

What was up their asses, huh?

Hey where did you get that sledgehammer?

I thought one of you guys brought it.

You guys didn't bring the sledgehammer?

- I did not bring a sledgehammer.
- No.

I brought the pies!

Whoo!

Let's get some more beer, eh boys?

And there were so many
hot chicks at that party.

Yeah, too bad they ran out of brews.

Now the party's over.

That's the bodega.

Well, should we grab some breakfast
while we

wait for it to open?

Yeah.

Psh. Fuck that.

Oh, hey, what's up?

Wanna get some pizza?

You wish, turkeys.

Tally-ho!

(glass breaking)

(slowed down audio) yo,
what the fuck, man?

The fuck is wrong with you, dude?

Whoo!

There we go!

Crazy, man!

(ongoing siren sound effect)

Here we go.

There you go, (inaudible)

Open sesame.

(glass crashing)

(loud laughing)

♪ Intro to Beastie Boys -
Make Some Noise ♪

(music cuts out)
Come on!

Goddamn (inaudible)!

Goddamn it!

♪ music resumes ♪

(music cuts out)
Hey!

The fuck are you doing?

Throwing beer at my cab?

This is MY cab.

Get back in the cab.

♪ music resumes ♪

(Audio quickly rewinding)

♪ Intro to Beastie Boys -
Make some Noise ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ get up ♪

♪ Yes, here we go again, ♪

♪ give you more, nothin' lesser. ♪

♪ Back on the mic,
it's the anti-depressor. ♪

♪ Ad-Rock, no pressure, yes we need this ♪

♪ The best is yet to come and,
yes, believe this ♪

♪ Leggo my Eggo while I flex my ego ♪

♪ Sip on Prosecco, dressed up tuxedo ♪

♪ Sipping coffee,
playing Keno in the casino ♪

♪ Want a lucky number?
Ask Mike Dino ♪

♪ I burn the competition
like a flamethrower ♪

♪ My rhymes, they age like
wine as I get older ♪

♪ I'm getting bolder,
competition is wanin' ♪

♪ I got the ball and I see the lane and ♪

♪ We got a party on the left ♪

♪ A party on the right ♪

♪ We gotta party for the
motherfucking right to fight ♪

♪ Make some noise if you're with me ♪

♪ You gotta make some noise
if you're with me ♪

♪ Crazy, crazy, crazy ♪

♪ Armed insurrection,
popular election ♪

♪ Get paid every year
like tax collection ♪

♪ Hear my perfection,
rotary connection ♪

♪ Taking MCs down by
lethal rap injection ♪

♪ I'm like an ornithologist
when I get pissed ♪

♪ You must have drank a Fizzy-
Lifting Drink and you got lifted ♪

♪ And sifted, I'm just riffing ♪

♪ And when I catch MCs,
it's time for wing clipping ♪

♪ I fly like a hawk,
or better yet an eagle ♪

♪ A seagull, I sniff suckers
out like a beagle ♪

♪ My ego is off and running and gone ♪

♪ Cause I'm about the best
and iff you fess, well, that's wrong ♪

♪ We got a-- ♪

♪ We got a party on the left ♪

♪ A party on the right ♪

♪ We gotta party for the
motherfucking right to fight ♪

♪ Make some noise
if you're with me ♪

♪ You gotta make some noise
if you're with me ♪

♪ You gotta make some noise
if you're with me ♪

♪ You gotta make some noise
if you're with me ♪

(switchblade clicks)

(shutter sound)

What we didn't realize

was that the metal girls were all
tripping on acid.

See, they were coming from a
Van Halen concert.

They had ninth row seats.

And Derrick, Chloe's boyfriend,

put LSD in her breath drops.

As a goof.

I know.

Ad-Rock got stabbed.

All is good.

And your breath stinks.

Take some of this.

Okay.

Pass that over here, man.

Alright.

So what band you say
you guys play in?

No, we're backup band for

Bon Jovi.

We joined the Jon Bon for what,

twelve years now?

Twelve years straight, man.

Who plays the guitar if that's (inaudible)

That would be me.

Oh really?

I wish I had my tool with me now.

I'd play you guys a sexy lick, but

Jon Bon's got it.

Any time you guys want,

- Jon Bon tickets.
- Cheers to the guys

- Jon Bon!
- Whoo! Jon Bon!

Jon Bon, I love you, and if you
can hear me--

Yep, he can.

--this is the best place to be right now.

In this limousine,

it's great.

So get in here, you fat jerk.

He is a jerk.

Come on, Jon Bon.

He's a motherfucker.

Yeah.

It's natural.

Let's rock and roll, man.

Let's rock and roll.

(increasingly high pitched vocal) woah

♪ Music resumes with
lots of cowbell ♪

Sorry I stabbed you.

♪ Pass me the scalpel,
I'll make an incision ♪

♪ I'll cut off the part of your
brain that does the bitchin' ♪

♪ Put it in formaldehyde
and put it on the shelf ♪

♪ And you can show it to your friends
and say, "That's my old self" ♪

♪ Can't do me nuth'n
can't tell me nada ♪

♪ Don't bug me now because
I'm doin' the lambada ♪

♪ The forbidden dance,
here's my chance ♪

♪ To make romance
in my b-boy stance ♪

(slowed-down music)
♪ Parlay romancing into financing ♪

♪Opened up a restaurant
with Ted Danson ♪

♪ The roaches check in,
but they never check out ♪

♪ I set the record straight,
no doubt ♪

(Music speeds back up)
♪ You got a party on the left ♪

♪ A party on the right ♪

♪ You gotta party for the
motherfucking right to fight ♪

♪ Make some noise
if you're with me ♪

♪ Make some ♪

♪ You gotta make some noise
if you're with me ♪

♪ You got a party on the left ♪

♪ A party on the right ♪

♪ You gotta make some noise
if you're with me ♪

♪ You gotta party for the
motherfucking right to fight ♪

♪ You gotta make some noise
if you're with me ♪

(wind whistling)

(wolf howl)

Who do you guys think you are?

We're the real Beastie Boys, mothafuckas.

The ones from the future
where the shit is really real.

Yeah, guess what?

That makes zero sense.

Sense is something you can't
even make sense of

until you've been to the future
and spent time there.

So shut your hole.

And stand silent.

While we bring the world to
a standstill with fresh

new music and new beats

that you can't even imagine yet.

Word!
(crow caws)

Look.

We're here to settle this.

There's only one way to settle it.

I think you know what I'm getting at.

What are you guys talking about?

Settle what?

Break it down, Ad-Rock!

This is how it goes.

We bring a super fresh,

old-school throwdown dance contest
from the future

to determine who the real b-boys are.

Stand ready to be served.

Alright, guess what?

I get what you're laying down,
you future fuckers.

And it's on.

I'm trippin' my balls off right now.

Yeah?

Yeah.

We're all trippin' right now.

Well guess what?

You guys

have just challenged three motherfuckers

who are trippin' their
balls off right now.

Aw, you motherfuckers like to dance?

Well it's on.

I'm trippin' my balls off.

Let's do this shit, bitches!

Okay.

Hol'up.

Hold on one second.

One second, one second.

(inaudible)

Who tied knots here?

I tied, these are fisherman's knots.

- Double fisherman's knots.
- What?

I can't get the knot--

Just, we should undo it
from the car first.

Do we have a knife?

Who's got a knife?

I don't have a knife.

Why would you tie--

why would you tie a knot?

I've been giving that question a
lot of thought.

Here's what I think:

that this is just a possibility
of the future.

I think we're being given the gift

of seeing what we

could be like.

What we, what we might be like.

So these guys are like,

the ghost of licensed ill future.

Okay, well,

one thing is certain.

We have to win this dance contest.

Yup.

That is critical.

If we don't--

Shut up over there, no talking.

We'll have this set up in a few minutes.

Until then, you just wait.

Hohohohoho, that was really good.

I like the way you told them
not to talk anymore,

I think that was really good.

Looking right at us.

What?

Tryna figure out what's going on.

Such a dickhead.

What are we, breaking their
concentration?

Untying knots?

Future us'es are complete idiots.

It's on.

Oh yeah.

It's on if we can

get these fucking knots untied.

Jesus.

Can't even untie that fucking dance mat.

I hate this fucking knot!

Why would you tie a knot?

Why wouldn't you just tie a bow?

Makes no sense.

Drives me f--

Thanks, man.

Really appreciate you coming over here,

giving me your personal knife.

Seeing that I was upset and all.

Means a lot.

I'm sorry for being so harsh.

Just that, you gotta understand,

we're from the future,

and this shit is a big deal, okay?

This is, this is,

what's about to happen here is gonna
affect humanity for a long time.

♪ Music ♪

We're the real Beastie Boys.

No, WE'RE the real Beastie Boys.

(police sirens)

♪ Intro to Beastie Boys -
Say It ♪

♪ To the heart of the matter,
the mic I shatter ♪

♪ So cold on the mic,
I make your teeth chatter ♪

♪ You climb the corporate ladder
to make your pockets fatter ♪

♪ We be flipping styles like
pancake batter ♪

♪ Lookin' through your binos,
spyin' on me ♪

♪ I'm runnin like a wino
on a drinkin spree

♪ Call yourself an MC,
but what's your truth? ♪

♪ You gotta let it loose
inside the toll booth ♪

♪ Suckers sniffin' on socks,
chewin' on rocks ♪

♪ No complication,
want the combination to the lock ♪

♪ You wanna get inside,
well, then you best knock-knock ♪

♪ And when you get on,
you got to rock nonstop ♪

♪ Once it hits your mind,
whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Don't keep it inside, you've
got to ♪

♪ say it! ♪

♪ Let it out, let it out ♪

♪ scream it! ♪

♪ gonna shout, gonna shout ♪

♪ write it! ♪

♪ gotta put it out, put it out ♪

♪ say it! ♪

♪ gotta get it out, get it out ♪

♪ watch out, come again now, sucker ♪

♪ Well I can feel it in my bloodstream, ♪

♪ see it in their eyes. ♪

♪ People lining up for
their own demise ♪

♪ To help the man make
weapons to monetize ♪

♪ Corporate violence, we can't abide ♪

♪ You can keep your bottle service
and your cabana ♪

♪ Bust your ass drunk like you
slipped on a banana ♪

♪ Like knick-knack, patty whack,
you've got to let it out ♪

♪ From the mind to the mic,
to the word, to the shout ♪

♪ Mind to the rhyme,
paper to the pen ♪

♪ The brand new dance called
David Rodigan ♪

♪ You sure you really wanna let me begin ♪

♪ You can't stop me rhymin'
when I'm on, I'm all in ♪

♪ Life is good and then it gets you ♪

♪ Stuff you thought, it comes true ♪

♪ Once it hits your mind,
whatcha gonna do? ♪

♪ Don't keep it inside, you've
got to ♪

♪ say it! ♪

♪ Let it out, let it out ♪

♪ scream it! ♪

♪ gonna shout, gonna shout ♪

♪ write it! ♪

♪ gotta put it out, put it out ♪

♪ say it! ♪

♪ gotta get it out, get it out ♪

♪ Intro to Beastie Boys -Too Many
Rappers (New Reactionaries Version) ♪

Mic check, mic check

♪ one (one), two (two), three (three) ♪

♪ Too many rappers, and
there's still not enough MCs ♪

♪ It goes three (three), two (two),
one (one) ♪

♪ MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D,
that's how we get it done ♪

♪ Like ladies and gents, attention ♪

♪ Nas in the house with
Beastie Boys ♪

♪ We can turn it out ♪

♪ Perpetrators, we can point 'em out ♪

♪ So if you got somethin'
on your mind, let it out ♪

♪ Like a Nexus-6,
comin' home to roost ♪

♪ Handheld 58 when it's
time to get loose ♪

♪ Don't need the ear goggles,
just put me through the speakers ♪

♪ Like a scientist with
tubes and beakers ♪

♪ Have MCs over my house and
fix 'em brunch ♪

♪ But you rappers? We goin' out ♪

♪ Goin' dutch ♪

♪ Now pass me the sword,
I'll start swingin' ♪

♪ Just randomly chopping
on a crazy-ass mission ♪

♪ Because I'm back with the bang boogie ♪

♪ Oogie oogie ♪

♪ Strawbetter Letter 23 like Shuggie ♪

♪ Oh my god just look at me ♪

♪ Grandpa been rappin' since '83 ♪

♪ I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad ♪

♪ Got crazy-ass tricks
pullin' out the bag ♪

♪ Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo,
'cause it's sad ♪

♪ All these crap rappers,
they're rapping like crabs ♪

♪ I have carte blanche, the vagabond ♪

♪ Nas is the narcissist,
my pockets are rotund ♪

♪ I'm no killa, but compared to you,
I'm more real'a ♪

♪ You ain't a shot, a mobster,
or a drug dealer ♪

♪ A slug peeler, you're not ♪

♪ Mafioso, no ♪

♪ You ain't got the cutthroat in ya,
beginna ♪

♪ I ain't tryin' to hear your racket ♪

♪ You work with police, dog,
you snitch, you rat ♪

♪ You wear that jacket ♪

♪ How many rappers must get dissed ♪

♪ Gimme eight bars,
and watch me bless this ♪

♪ I start to reminisce,
ooh, when I miss ♪

♪ The real hip hop with which I persist ♪

♪ Like rum in mojitos ♪

♪ Bullets and banditos ♪

♪ Matzo balls in soup ♪

♪ Jackets and troop ♪

♪ Yes y'all this is one for the
history books ♪

♪ Nasty Nas, what's the word? ♪

♪ Count it off on the hook.
Let's go! ♪

♪ One (one), two (two), three (three) ♪

♪ Too many rappers, and
there's still not enough MCs ♪

♪ It goes three (three), two (two),
one (one) ♪

♪ MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D,
that's how we get it done ♪

♪ Like ladies and gents, attention ♪

♪ Nas in the house with
Beastie Boys ♪

♪ We can turn it out ♪

♪ Perpetrators, we can point 'em out ♪

♪ So if you got somethin'
on your mind, let it out ♪

These knots are tight, boy!

Got one!

His nights, his knots are all tight! Boy!

'kay, but seriously.

Let's get the fucking night- knots undone.