All you Trekkies and you 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 hinges
Grab you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with a 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 with the basil
I ain't goofy like Darrin or Hazel
I'm the real deal Nick at Nite
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, turn this party out
Doc, what's the condition?
I'm a man on a mission
He said, "Son, you'd better just listen."
"Stuck in your (What!) is an electrician."
Like a scientist
Mmm, when I'm applying this, yeah
Method of controlling my mind
Like Einstein and the Rapping Duke combined
Hey, baby bubba, now what's the deal?
I didn't know you'd go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic, and you won't see it later
Workin' magic like a magician
Add it up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier
Yeah, I wear cotton but I don't wear gear
Yo, shazam and abracadabra
In the whip, gonna cruise right past ya
Yo, money, don't chump yourself
Put that stuff right back on the shelf
Light rays blazing
You're out of phase, and my crew's amazing
We're working on the record, yo, 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, turn this party out
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, turn this party out
Now, I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock
I don't wear a cup nor a little jock
I bring the stuff that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy (who, moi?)
I'm the one with the clientele
You say, "Ad-Rock, you rock so well"
I've got class and the pink champale
MCA, grab the mic before it 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 your crown
Flow like smoke out of a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip-hop, B
Get your clothes right out of the dryer
Put Armor All up on your tire
And 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, turn this party out