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  • To The 5 Boroughs

    Ch-Check It Out

    Ch-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 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-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
    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 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 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 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-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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