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*Oh, what'ch'you...what are you sayin?* All you Trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static All you Klingons in the fucking house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges I'll grab you with the pinchers And no, I didn't retire I'll snatch you up with a needle nose pliers Like Mutual of Omaha Got the ill boat you've never seen before Glidin' in the glades And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid Like caprese and with the basil Not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm Cause my farm ain't fat So what's up with that? I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true Like that, y'all, and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this muthafucking party out I said, "Doc, what's the condition? I'm a man that's on a mission." He said, "Son, you'd better listen, stuck in your ass is an electrician." Like a scientist, mmmm, when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like Einstein and the Rapping Duke combined Now, hey, baby bubba, now what's the deal I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi, some hot potato I stole your mic, but you won't see it later Cause I work magic like a magician I add up, the mathematician I'm a bank cashier, engineer I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer Shazam and abracadabra! In the whip, I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo, money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin', you're out of phase, and my crew's amazin' We're working on the record, yo, so just stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfucking party out Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out Now, I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy (Who, moi?) I am the one with the clientele You say, "Ad-Rock, you rock so well" I've got class like pink champale MCA, grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me, they can't arrest me I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset, yo, calm down You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip-hop, B Get your clothes right out the dryer Put Armor All up on your tire Sport that fresssssh attire Tonight we goin' out, set the town on fire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head and say "those were the days" Now check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfucking party out