All you trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static
All you klingons
in your grandma's 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 the needle nose pliers
Like mutual of omaha
Got the ill boat
You've never seen before
Gliding 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 mother fucking 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
wha-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work
wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin'
party out
Said, doc what's the condition
I'm a man that's on a mission
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 rappin
duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what the deal
I didn't know you go for that
mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you won't
see it later
Cause I work magic
like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier Engineer
I wear cotton
but I don't wear sheer
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip
I'm gonna cruise past ya
Your money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase
And my crews amazin'
We're working on the record yo
So stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check
ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what
wha-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work
wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin'
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 adrock
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, adrock
you rock so well
I've got class like
pick 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, you 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 fresh 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
Check-ch-check-check-check
ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what
wha-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work
wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin
party out