Ch-Check It Out (Just Blaze remix) - Beastie Boys

All you Trekkies and TV addicts

Don't mean to dis, don't mean to bring static

All you Klingons in the fucking 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 the needle nose pliers

Like Mutual of Omaha

With the ill boat you've never seen before

Gliding in the glades

And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid

Like caprese with the basil

Not goofy like Darren or Hazel

I'm a motherfucking Nick at Night

With classics rerunning that you know all right

Now remain calm, no alarm

'Cause my farm ain't fat, so whats 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 mother fucking 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 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 deer

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 motherfuckin 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 shit that's beyond bizarre

Like Miss Piggy. [Who moi?]

I am the one with the clientele

You say, Ad-Rock, you rock so well

I've got class 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 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 fressssshhhhhhhh attire

Tonight we goin' out set the town afire

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 motherfuckin party out