Various Artists - Ch-Check It Out - Beastie Boys Lyrics
All you Trekkies and TV addicts, don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring staticAll you Klingons in your Grandma's house, grab your backstreet friend and get loudBlowin' doors off the hinges, I'll grab you with the pincersAnd no, I didn't retire, I'll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliersLike Mutual of Omaha got the ill boat you never seen beforeGlidin' in the 'glades and like Lorne Greene you know I get paidLike Caprese with the basil, not goofy like Darren or HazelI'ma huh ha like Nick at Nite with the classics rerunning that you know all rightNow remain calm, no alarm, 'cause my Farm ain't Phat, so what's with that?I've got friends and family that I respect, when I think I'm too good they put me in checkSo believe what I say I'm no better than you, except when I rap so I guess it ain't trueLike that y'all and you just don't stop guaranteed to make your body rockCheck-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it outWhat-wha-what-what-what's it all aboutWork-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it outLet's turn this party outI 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 what! is an electrician."Like a scientist, mmm, when I'm applyin' this, method of controlling my mindLike Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combinedHey baby Bubba now what's the deal? I didn't know you go for that mass appealSome 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 mathemeticianI'm a bank cashier, engineer, I wear cotton but I don't wear sheerShazam! and Abra-cadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise right past yaYo money, don't chump yourself put that what! back on the shelfLight rays blazin', you're out of phase and my crew's amazin'We're working on a record yo so just be patientCheck-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it outWhat-wha-what-what-what's it all aboutWork-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it outLet's turn this party outNow I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock, I don't wear a cup nor a jockI bring the shit that's beyond bizarre, like Miss Piggy "Who, Moi?"I'm the one with the clientele, you say "Ad-Rock, god you rock so well."I've got class like pink champale, MCA grab the mic before the mic goes staleDon't test me, they can't arrest me, I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot leftyYou look upset, yo calm down, you look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crownI flow like smoke out a chimney, you never been meYou wanna rap but what you're makin' ain't hip-hop BGet your clothes right out the dryer, put the Armor All up on your tireSport the fresh attire, tonight we goin' out set the town on fireSet the town ablaze, gonna stun and amaze, ready to throw a crazeMake your Granny shake her head and say "Those were the days."Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it outWhat-wha-what-what-what's it all aboutWork-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it outLet's turn this party out
