Check It Out

Check It Out

All you trekkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to diss, don't mean to bring static
All you Klingons in the fuckin' 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 with the basil
Not goofy like Darren or Hazel
I'm a muthafuckin' Nick at Night
With classics re-running 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 muthafuckin' 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
Hmmm... When I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined
Now 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 but 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
Yo 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 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 muthafuckin' party out
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I go by the name of The King Adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock (hah!)
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy ("Who, moiii?")
I am the one with the clientele
You say: "Adrock, God, 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 crossover and shoot lefty
You look too upset, yo, calm down
You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out of 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're 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-what's it all about?
Work-wa-work-work-work, wa-work it out
Let?s turn this muthafuckin' party out