So believe when I say I'm no better than you
When I think I'm too good, they put me in check
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
And no, I didn't retire, I'll snatch you up
Guaranteed to make your body rock
Like mutual Omaha
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
So just stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Stuck in your ass is an electrician
I'm a man that's on a mission
Ready to throw a craze
You say,"Adrock, you rock so well"
MCA grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Mmm when I'm applying this
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
You're out of phase and my crew's amazin'
Like Miss Piggy, who moi
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
I stole your mic and you won't see it later
Now, Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
With the needle nose pliers
I've got class like Pink Champale
I add up like a mathematician
Method of controlling my mind
You look cable guy dunked off of your crown
With classics rerunning that you know all right
Shazam and abracadabra
Got the ill boat, you've never seen before
'Cause I work magic like a magician
Like a scientist
Sport that fresh attire
Now, I go by the name of the King Adrock
I'll grab you with the pinchers
I'm a mother fucking nick at night
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
'Cause my farm ain't fat, so what's up with that
Put armor all up on your tire
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Don't test me, they can't arrest me
Now, hey baby bubba, now what the deal
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Tonight we goin' out to set the town on fire
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
Said,"Son, you'd better listen
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Yo money, don't chump yourself
Like Einstein and the rappin' Duke combined
But what you're making ain't hip hop B
I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
Gliding in the glades and like Lorne Greene
In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer
All you Klingons in the fuckin' house
You wanna rap
Now remain calm, no alarm
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
You know I get paid
Put that shit back on the shelf
I am the one with the clientele
Except when I rap, so I guess it ain't true
Gonna stun and amaze
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
We're working on the record yo
You look upset, yo calm down
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
Light rays blazin'
Like caprese and with the basil
Get your clothes right out the dryer
Blowin' doors off hinges
Said,"Doc, what's the condition?
Make your granny shake her heada and say, "Those were the days"
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
You never been me
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
I flow like smoke out a chimney
I've got friends and family that I respect
Not goofy like Darren or Hazel
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
Set the town ablaze
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about?
