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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 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 With 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 motherfucking Nick at Night With classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm, no alarm 'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats 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 mother fucking 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 Mmm, 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 deer 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 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 motherfuckin party 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 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 fressssshhhhhhhh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town afire 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 motherfuckin party out |
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Grabbed the beat
Looped it up Saw my check Scooped it up Rock ignition Got to listen Change position Start transmission Point the camera Click the frame Use a high ASA I Like the grain Flip the script Start to trip Grabbed my hip Did the dip Rent a car Go upstate Hit the waterfall Jump in a lake Step in the place Move the crowd Cut the snake Walked right out Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track Take the 1 train Ride the Double L Go to Brooklyn Rock well Jump the gun Call your bluff Break the mold A diamond in the rough Ran the floor Grabbed a rock Spot it up Shot the shot Go pet Sam Said, "get off me" Check the machine "Adam this is Coffee" Brace myself Trace myself Pace myself Lace myself Check the mirror Start to melt Jump back Kiss myself Another day slips by I've got to fix my mind Because the mind's maligned With I mean mine I've got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self centered thing is keeping me off track Hug my Los Brush her teeth Read her books Put her to sleep Pack her lunch Drop her at school Head to the studio Turn on the Pro-tools Apple C Apple V Drop the beat Hit delete Hit record Smorgasbord Draw my sword Jump aboard Grab the phone Call my Dad Shared some love Felt so glad Went and called Freckles Told her I love her Ran home Got ran under the covers Another day slips by Got to fix the mind I've got the mind maligned With I mean mine Got to turn it around Got to give back Because this self-centered thing is keeping me off track |
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