Just Blaze?
All you checkies and TV addicts
Don't mean to ***, don't mean to bring static
All you cling-ons in your grandma's house
*** your backstreet friend and get loud
Throwin' doors off hinges
I got there with the pinches
And no, I'm fittin' to tire
I'll snatch you off with the needle-nose pliers
Like me, Jeweler Omaha
With the elbow you never seen before
Just gliding in the glaze
Say like you're green, you know I get paid
Like a press say with the bass so Not goofy like Darren Haysel
I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at night With
tons of sweet money that you know all about
Now,
remain calm,
no,
but long as the barmaid fast So what's up with that?
I 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 the rap's the one you sit and chew
Like that,
you're a legend,
just don't stop Guaranteed to make your party rock
Check,
check,
check,
check,
check it out What's it all about?
Work it out,
let's turn this,
turn this party out
Said, Doc, what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said,
son,
you better listen Stuff in your ears is an electrician
Like a scientist,
mmm,
when I'm applying this Method of controlling
my mind like Einstein or Rappin' Duca Vines
Some garlic,
some hot potato I stole your mic,
but you won't see it
Cause I work magic like a magician I act up,
I'm a mathematician
I'm the Van Cashier Engineer I wear cotton and I don't wear hair
I'm a nabra-cadabra In the whip,
I'm going to coupe-pasteur
Don't chump yourself Put the sh-t back on the shelf
Now,
check,
check,
check,
check,
check it out What's it all about?
Work it out,
let's turn this,
turn this party out
Just play!
Now,
I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock I don't rent a cuff nor a jock
I bring the thing that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Piggy
I am the one with the clientele You say Ad-Rock?
You rock so well I got class like Ping Champagne
MCA *** the microphone before it goes stale
Don't test me,
they can't arrest me A fake right crossover and shoot lefty
You look upset,
well calm down You look like Cable Guy done thought for your crown
Well,
I flow like smoke outta chimney You've never been me
You wanna bother with Jamaican and hip-hop, B?
Oh,
now,
get your guns right out the tire Put all my raw luck on your tire
Spot that fresh...
Tonight we going out,
set the town on fire Hold up,
beat,
vibe just blaze
Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a phrase
Make your friends shake your hand and say,
that's really nice
Check,
check,
check,
check,
check it out What's it all about?
Work it out,
let's turn this,
turn this party out
Just clap your hands for the big Just clap your hands for the big
Just clap your hands for the big
It ain't over,
can I get a four o'clock?
Come on, just clap your hands for the big
Just
clap your hands for the big