專輯：敬紐約一杯 (To The 5 Boroughs)
歌曲：Ch - Check It Out
All you Trekkies
and TV addicts,
dont mean to dis dont mean
to bring static
All you Klingons
in your grandmas 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 mother fucking Nick
at Night
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
im a man thats on a mission"
“Son, you'd better listen!
STUCK IN YOU'RE 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 deeeer.
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
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, 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 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 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 motherfuckin
party out
