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 static All you Klingons in your Grandma's house, grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off the hinges, I'll grab you with the pincers 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 never seen before Glidin' in the 'glades and like Lorne Greene you know I get paid Like Caprese with the basil, not goofy like Darren or Hazel I'ma huh ha like Nick at Nite with the cla**ics rerunning that you know all right Now 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 check So believe what 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 party out I 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 mind Like Einstein and the Rappin' Duke combined Hey baby Bubba now what's the deal? I didn't know you go for that ma** 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 mathemetician I'm a bank cashier, engineer, I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer Shazam! and Abra-cadabra! In the whip I'm gonna cruise right past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself put that what! back on the shelf Light rays blazin', you're out of phase and my crew's amazin' We're working on a record yo so just be 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 party out Now I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock, I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the sh** 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 cla** 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 like 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 makin' ain't hip-hop B Get your clothes right out the dryer, put the Armor All up on your tire Sport the 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 party out