Ch-Check It Out - Just Blaze Remix
Beastie Boys; Just Blaze
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Just Blaze!
All you Trekkies and TV addicts
You mean that this don't mean to bring static?
All you Klingons in your grandma's house
Grab your back street friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges, I got ya with the pitches
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers
Like Mutual of Omaha
With the ill mode you never seen before
Just glidin' in the glades
And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid
Like Caprese with the basil
Not goofy like Daryl the Hazeel
I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at Nite
With classics rerunnin' that you know all night
Now remain calm, no alarm
Just a bomb made fat, 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 I rap, so I guess it ain't true
Like that, y'all, and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your party rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-what-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-w-work-work-work-w-work it out
Let's turn this, turn this party out
Said, "Doc, what's the condition
Of a man that's on a mission?"
Said, "Son, you better listen
Stuck in the ouch is an electrician"
Like a scientist, mmm, when I'm applyin' this
Magnetic control of my mind
Like Einstein of rap and duplopli
Now hey, baby buba, now what the deal?
I didn't know you go for that Mass Appeal
Some call it salucci, some hot potato
I stole your mic, but you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I act up a m-m-mathematician
I'm the bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear gear
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip, I'm gonna cruise past ya
If you don't want me, don't jump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Just Blaze blazin', you're out of phase, and
Look who's amazin'
We're workin' on a record, y'all, so just stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-what-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-w-work-work-work-w-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 jock
I bring the thing that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy, whoo, rawr!
I am the one with the clientele
You say, "Ad-Rock, you rock so well"
I got class like Pink Champagne
MCA, grab the microphone before it goes stale
Don't test me, they can't arrest me
A fake right cross a Lawrence Doo lefty
You look upset, well, calm down
You look like cable got cut off in Yorktown
Well, I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap about what you make, it ain't hip-hop, B
Now 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
On a beat by Just Blaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make you bend and shake your head and say, "That was really Daz!"
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-what-what-what-what's it all about?
Work-w-work-work-work-w-work it out
Let's turn this, turn this party out
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands for the three
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands for the three
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands for the three
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands for the three
It ain't over!
Can I get a soul clap? C'mon
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap, c'mon
See? Woo!
This is the day when I rock and say yay
The day when I rock and I got to play
Hey, hey, ho, c'mon, woo!
Yeah, you soul clap!
Yeah!