Ch-Check It Out (Edited) (2005 Digital Remaster) - Beastie Boys

All you Trekkie's and TV addicts

Don't mean to diss don't mean to bring static

All you Klingon's in the f**kin' house

Grab your backstreet friend and get loud

Blowin' doors off hinges

I'll grab you with the pincher's

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 glidin' 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 motherf**kin' 'Nick At Nite' 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 motherf**kin' 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

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 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 motherf**kin' 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 champ ale

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 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 motherf**kin' party out

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