The Beastie Boys (Licensed To Ill)

Official Album Cover

The Album

In 1986, the music world witnessed a seismic shift with the release of “The Beastie Boys (Licensed To Ill)” by the Beastie Boys. This iconic album not only marked a turning point in hip-hop history but also catapulted the Beastie Boys to international stardom. With its fusion of rap, rock, and irreverent lyrics, “Licensed to Ill” remains a groundbreaking and influential masterpiece. In this review, we’ll explore the tracks that made this album a trailblazer in the world of hip-hop.

“Licensed to Ill” is a game-changer in the world of hip-hop. The Beastie Boys’ fusion of rock and rap, along with their witty and irreverent lyrics, broke new ground and paved the way for future hip-hop artists. This album is a testament to their innovation and enduring influence. Whether you’re a hip-hop aficionado or a music enthusiast, “Licensed to Ill” is an essential addition to any playlist, a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences worldwide.

The album “Licensed to Ill” by Beastie Boys features a striking cover where an American Airlines plane crashes into a mountain, with a tail shaped like an extinguished joint. The plane design includes the Beastie Boys and Def Jam logos, as well as the registration number “3MTA3” which reads as “EATME” when viewed in a mirror. This idea originated from the album’s producer, Rick Rubin, who was inspired by the Led Zeppelin biography “Hammer of the Gods”. The cover design was created by Stephen Byram and World B. Omes and has been recognized as one of the greatest album covers of all time. It was even used by Eminem on the cover of his 2018 album “Kamikaze”.

Track Listing

  1. Rhymin & Stealin
  2. The New Style
  3. She’s Crafty
  4. Posse in Effect
  5. Slow Ride
  6. Girls
  7. Fight for Your Right
  8. No Sleep Till Brooklyn
  9. Paul Revere
  10. Hold It Now, Hit It
  11. Brass Monkey
  12. Slow and Low
  13. Time to Get Ill

Rhymin & Stealin

Lyrics

Because mutiny on the bounty’s what we’re all about
I’m gonna board your ship and turn it on out
No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder
‘Cause I’m bad gettin’ bolder, cold getting colder
Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas
And if you’ve got beef, you’ll get capped in the knees
We got sixteen men on a dead man’s chest
And I shot those suckers and I’ll shoot the rest

Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
‘Cause I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’

Snatching gold chains, vicking pieces of eight
I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate
We got wenches on the benches and bitties with titties
Housing all girlies from city to city
One for all and all for one
Taking out M.C.’s with a big shotgun
All for one and one for all
Because the Beastie Boys have gone A.W.O.L.
Friggin’ in the riggin’ and cuttin’ your throat
Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat
We got maidens and wenches – man they’re on the ace
Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face

Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’

Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves
Ali Baba and the forty thieves

Torching and crakin’ and rhymin’ and stealin’
Robbin’ and raping, busting two in the ceiling
I’m wheeling’, I’m dealin’, I’m drinking, not thinking
Never cower, never shower and I’m always stinking
Yo ho ho and a pint of Brass Monkey
And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky
Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village
We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage

Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’

I’ve been drinking my rum, a Def son of a gun
I fought the law and I cold won
Black Beard’s weak, Moby Dick’s on the tick
‘Cause I pull out my jammy and squeeze off six
My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker
Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones’ locker
Rhymin’ and stealin’ in a drunken state
And I’ll be rockin’ my rhymes all the way to Hell’s gate

Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
And I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
‘Cause I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’
Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’
Most illingest B-boy
I am most ill and I’m rhymin’ and stealin’

Most dusted out B-Boy, I’m torchin’ my dust
Most thinkinest B-Boy, I’m doing the thinking
Most rhyminest B-Boy, I’m stretching my shades
Most shootinest B-Boy, I’ll sink your ship
Most robbinest B-Boy, I’ll see you in the street, homeboy
Most taxinest B-Boy, I’ll tax you, boy
Most illinest, stealinest, villianest B-Boy, tax it on y’all squares
Yeah

Reference

Licensed to Ill – Wikipedia