On a b-boys tip a mad minute before the new album next month. From what I can tell from one track and 30 seconds of another, it’s going to be more of an organic sound, perhaps like Check Your Head era. But I could be crazy wrong. Name another group who have stayed this fresh for more than 25 years.

This track is a classic, with so many great rhymes. The one which struck me personally this morning:

Don’t underrate how I operate.

And the funniest (and there’s nearly always a lot of funniness in Beastie Boys songs):

I’m a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo

And the most sublime:

The time and place for the mind is here and now

All this variety in one song? That’s fresh, for you.

Video is from a DVD menu

Back on the scene for ya’ll people’s delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright
‘Cause George W’s got nothing on me
We got to take the power from he
When I’m on the mic I feel good to go
Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa
So don’t speak what I heard, just say what I know
And my zodiac sign is Scorpio
Look what the cat dragged in
The creme de la creme without the skin
So take a rest and mind your own biz

And that’s it that’s all that’s all there is

Fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you
That’s fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you

One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan
Let’s go to work, get those hands clappin’
Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate
Don’t underrate how I operate
It ain’t what you say, it’s what you mean
Intention leads to action, that is my theme
So pay attention now as I begin to recap
Puttin’ words and ideas stacked back to back

Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz
I got no time for the drama ’cause stress is for kids
‘Cause when you’re dead and buried well you got no biz

And that’s it that’s all that’s all there is

Fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you
That’s fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you

Brand new

The time and place for the mind is here and now
Keep the mind present less to worry about
But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head
Well I don’t shoot blanks and I don’t shoot lead
Well I’m a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo
Like George Whipple on New York One
Got a hairy ass and that’s no fun
I’m in the rhyme zone a different time zone
And on the microphone you know that I’m at home
It’s time we looked past all our differences
An’ that’s it that’s all that’s all there is
Come on

Fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you
That’s fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you

An’ that’s
Fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you
That’s fresh…fresh…fresh…for you…for you…for you