Beastie Boys ☆ Ch-Check It Out

(Verse 1-MCA)
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

(Mike D)
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 motherfucking nick at night with
Classics rerunning that you know all right

(Ad Rock)
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

(Hook)
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 muthafuckin’ party out

(verse 2-Mike D)
I 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

(Ad Rock)
Now hey baby bubba now what’s the deal?
I didn’t know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi, some hot potato
I stole your mic but 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 and I don’t wear sheer

(MCA)
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 just stay patient

(Hook)

(Verse 3-Ad Rock)
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

(MCA)
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 making ain’t hip hop B

(Mike D)
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”

(hook)