Ch-Check It Out
All you trekkies and tv addicts Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static All you klingons in the fucking 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
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 mother fucking nick at night 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 motherfuckin' party out
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 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 sheer
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 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
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 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
motherfuckin' party out
Right Right Now Now
Once upon a time up on this mic MC's be really
workin' on what they write With the sound delight we rock all night And
yes we're gonna party for the right to fight We're international like Matt
Takei Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei Still around the way is
where we'll stay Say what we mean, mean what we say Trajectories from
the past are taking their toll and What we do now is future moulding
Columbine bowling, childhood stolen We need a bit more gun controlling
Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta
Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We gotta
work together, it's been too long
When I get on you scream "Hoo Tight!"
Rockin' this flow I could go all night I'm not here to fight, or incite
I'm like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright I'm getting kind
of tired of the situation The US attacking other nations And narration,
on every station False election's got me losing my patience I'm a
funky-ass Jew and I'm on my way And yes I got to say fuck the KKK And oh
yeah hey, how about today? If you want to set it off then let me hear you
say
Right, Right, Now, Now What is goin' on? We, We, Gotta,
Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore It's Too Far Gone We
gotta work together, it's been too long
I went to get a loan and they
asked my race I wrote down human inside the space It's a disgrace how
they try to debase It ain't the bank's damn business how my lineage trace
Now let me drop a verse that's terse and concise I'm an iron chef when I
slice and dice With the rhyme precise, the word is nice So please pass
me the Reunite on ice Well let's go to work and not beserk 'Cause when
the time comes the body goes to dirt Try to smooth it out like Levert
Keep the mind alert and not revert
Right, Right, Now, Now What
is goin' on? We, We, Gotta, Gotta Get it goin' on Be, Be, Fore, Fore
It's Too Far Gone We gotta work together, it's been too long
3 The Hard Way
Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Models Deep in
Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains Used to ride the D to beat the morning
bell At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L We be grillin' cheese and flippin'
flapjacks With the diamond stylus we cutting wax We're the super elastic
bubble plastic Got ethereal material that's straight up classic You try
to vex reject but you should respect Or we'll have JC send you out a FedEx *
1 So don't start to flex up in the discotheque Or we'll make you extinct
tyrannosaurus rex
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard
way
Your rhyme technique, it is antique To all my heads
Qu'est-ce-que tu fabriques? Que cosa fai? Come sta e? Ho fato molte
telefonate Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza Sneak between the sheets so
hide like matzoh Holler back challah bread... next We are the crew who
put the crew in Cruex I can see that Def Jam doesn't recognize me I'm
Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties Time to count MC's in this
place to be Not five, not four, not two, just three
We're gonna rock
this motherfucker like three the hard way
Round-house kick the mic out
your hand Drunken mantis, my name brand So if you're slick with the
tricks and the slight of hand I'm hip top the shit that you're trying to
scam Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop I'm an exceptional professional that
just don't stop So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait E.T.
phone home now get the fuck out my face You know we shake'em bake'em then we
take'em Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake'em If you sell our CDs on
Canal before we make'em Then we will have no alternative but to serve you
on a platter like Steak'Em
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like
three the hard way
It Takes Time To Build
If you don't like the news then press eject Baby
Davis getting older can't take a rain check It's time to let'em know what we
expect Stop building SUV's strung out on OPEC Hold up wait up you know
we come correct You wanna change things up, well hey just get set It's
easier to sit back than stick out your neck It's easier to break things than
build it correct We've got a president we didn't elect The Kyoto treaty
he decided to neglect And still the US just wants to flex Keep doin'
that wop we gonna break our necks
It takes a second to wreck it It
takes time to build You gots to chill
Hate filled people wanna keep
us in check Tearin' down each other is what they expect If you want love
well hey that's a bet We've got to give before we can get Waiting like a
batter who is on deck When it's time to wreck shop then shop I'll wreck
So let's calibrate and check our specs We need a little shift on over
towards the left I don't really know but I suspect I think it's due time
that we inspect How they get their information and their facts are checked
Another press conference someone's talking out their neck
It takes a
second to wreck it It takes time to build You gots to chill
So
step up to the window and place your bets Is the US gonna keep breaking
necks Maybe it's time that we impeach Tex And the military muscle that
he wants to flex By the time Bush is done what will be left Selling
votes like E-pills at the discotheque Environmental destruction and the
national dept But plenty of dollars left in the fat war chest What the
real deal why you can't connect Why you hating people that you never met
Didn't your mama teach you to show some respect? Why not open your mind
for a sec?
It takes a second to wreck it It takes time to build
You gots to chill
Rhyme The Rhyme Well
Now my name is Adrock I've got a story to tell When
I rock the crowd the crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the
feel swell And when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well
Oh
you didn't know I got the flow I could sing, rap, dance in just one show
With the cornbread stuffin' with the Blimpie Bluffin Mother fuckin' Yosi
with the goddamn muffins Hey could you please pass me the peas And let
me get a tissue if you think your're gonna sneeze I'm the player and the
coach I'm no roach I bought my grandma a brand new broach
Well I'm
MCA with a story to tell When I rock the crowd I rock the crowd well And
when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell 'Cause when I start to rhyme
well I rhyme the rhyme well
'Cause I'm a craftsman, who ain't fastin'
I'll take you to task everyone of ya'll draftsman I'm rehearsin' and
ain't maskin' Bringin' the beat back and keepin' it lastin' Keepin' it
top notch, beyond passing Simmer in the pan 'cause, I ain't flashin' I'm
party crashin' so you better batten Down those hatches stop procrastin-
Well I'm Mike D with a story to tell And when I rock the crowd the
crowd we all yell And when I get the feeling I feel the feel swell
'Cause when I start to rhyme well I rhyme the rhyme well
Went to the
top and never went pop and Came back down but still not stopping I'm not
even asking, "Yo what's cracking?" Serving MC's on a platter like baked
Alaskan So start packing because I'm back in The game of hiphop
reprenting Manhattan
Now push the pause button then start ducking
Shhhhh you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton, Hutton shhhhhhhh, Hutton shhh,
Hutton shhhhh, Hutton SHHHHHHH!!!
Triple Trouble
If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The
real deal about the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble
ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed
Cause I'm a specializer,
rhyme reviser Ain't selling out to advertisers What you get is what you
see And you won't see me out there advertising See I like to party not
drink Bacardi 'Cause I'm not looking to throw up on nobody Known for my
spiel like wheelie one wheel 'Cause this is like having a delicious meal
Moving the crowd, well that's a must I got some words that apply to
us and that's Mesmerizing, tantalizing Captivating, we're devastating
If You If You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about
the three Well let me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're
gonna bring you up to speed
Here's one for the bleachers and the upper
tier Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer If you wanna drink call Mr.
Belvedere Run this rap game like a brigadier I got kicks on the one,
seven and eleven Snares on the five and thirteen Rhymes on time and
that's the given We're hot on the disco scene check it a check it Slow
down with I-me, got to stop stingin' The source of the problem is at the
origin You've got lyrics that have got me cringin' You're like a
fish-wife, quit your damn whingin'
If You If You Wanna Know
Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed
Hey
yo, BAM super nature god damn Cerrone on the microphone I am Adrock
a.k.a sharp cheddar My rhymes are better What the Helen in Troy is that?
Did I hear you say my rhymes is wack? I'm beautiful you can't touch me
If you pick a rose, well you might just bleed
We're originators you
can't feign Ignorance or pass the blame 'Nuff rhymes coming out the
brain 'Nuff beats to drive you insane 'Nuff moves to make your neck
crane 'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain 'Nuff heat to leave you in
flames 'Nuff style that you can't defame You see I walk like Jabba The
Hutt With the style so new y'all be like what? Turn the party out like a
bon vivant With the skill at will that I know you want On a hot day sip
on iced latte Devious like Wyllie Coyote Hot to trote or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body
Mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, devastating
If You If
You Wanna Know Wanna Know The real deal about the three Well let
me tell you We're triple trouble ya'll We're gonna bring you up to speed
Roses are beautiful to look at, but they're thorny Stems may cause
them to be difficult to handle thus making their beauty a bit awkward
Hey Fuck You
Which of you schnooks took my rhyme book? Look give
it back you're wicky wack With your ticky tack calls didn't touch you at all
I didn't touch your hand man you know its all ball You sold a few
records but don't get slick 'Cause you used a corked bat to get those hits
You've been in the game, your career is long But when you break it down
you've only got 2 songs MC's are like clay pigeons and I'm shootn' skeet
I just yell pull and MMM drops the beat You people call yourselves MC's
but you're garbage men Takin' out the trash when you pull out the pen
And if you don't like then hey fuck you!
I read about you up on
page 6 They was trashin' your ass it's sad you're getting dissed Now
talk about your face now don't get pissed But I suggest you see a
dermatologist I keep that hot sauce hot not mild and weak It's gonna
burn your mouth until you wet your beak I've got billions and billions of
rhymes to flex 'Cause I've got more rhymes than Carl Sagan's got turtlenecks
Your rhymes are fake like a Canal Street watch You're hearing me and
you're like "oh my god its Sasquatch!" I'm walkin' on water while you're
stepping in shit So put your sewer boots on before your ass gets lit
And if you don't like then hey fuck you! So put a quarter in your
ass cause you played yourself
Sucker MC's it's me they're resenting
In the animal kingdom they call it presenting With the dipsy doodle the
kit and caboodle The truth is brutal your grandma's kugel Kings County
is my stomping ground The Albee Square Mall, Brooklyn, Downtown So don't
ask me to wine and dine ya I'm from Brooklyn you're from Regina You're
like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering
who I am With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam But my
style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam
And if you don't like then hey
fuck you!
Oh Word?
Yo what the schnitzel we're back Shit's getting
duller and duller and that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what
you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that
hairy oh contrary I go with the flow though the tempo varies So twist
the cap and pop the cork My name's Adrock made in New York
Oh word?
What the ponytail, I don't eat snail I'll steal your keys and then
I'll check your mail 'Cause I'm the creepy crawler that be crawling your
walls And I'm the shot caller when it comes to shot calls And I'll be
rockin' parties from block to block And block party to party the
neighborhoods on lock So hide your eyes, wait, I saw you looking The
name's MCS made in downtown Brooklyn
Oh word?
Yo what the
parsley, parsley to the teeth I'm a rhyme style writer you're a rhyme style
thief I may be paranoid you tried to fade me Here's a song for you
"Lady" Make you bug out like you don't know what to do Your momma says
"shame on you" When you're dancing with your crew So get that poor
chicken up off your fork My name's Mike D made in New York
Oh word?
Yo what the talafel you gotta get up awful Early to fool Mr. Furley
And that's word to Aunt Shirley and you could Stick your head in the
toilet give yourself a swirley Listen up biters go please stop While I'm
politicin' at Murray's Cheese Shop Believe what you heard when you talk
My name is Adrock made in New York
Oh word? What the phone booth
word to hair moose You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out The hogs tooth belong inside
the hog's mouth Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees I'll have dog
pemmican with my tea Now pass the wok 'cause I'm cookin' The names MCS
made in Downtown Brooklyn
Oh word?
Yo, what the doofus, say good
night You're Snidely Whiplash I'm Dudley Do-you-right Times are off the
hinges leave your 2 way at the door We're all up the creek a long way from
shore Not walking around looking to get you cake The D is for Diamonds
not for Drakes This not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke The name's
Mike D made in New York
Oh word?
That's It That's All
Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight You
want peace for the people then ya say alright 'Cause George W's got nothing
on me We got to take the power from he When I'm on the mic I feel good
to go Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa So don't speak what I
heard, just say what I know And my zodiac sign is Scorpio Look what the
cat dragged in The creme de la creme without the skin So take a rest and
mind your own biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's
fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
One for Brooklyn,
two for Manhattan Let's go to work, get those hands clappin' Make you
bounce, rock, roll and skate Don't underrate how I operate It ain't what
you say, it's what you mean Intention leads to action, that is my theme
So pay attention now as I begin to recap Puttin' words and ideas stacked
back to back
Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz I got no time
for the drama 'cause stress is for kids 'Cause when you're dead and buried
well you got no biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's
fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
Brand new
The time and place for the mind is here and now Keep the mind
present less to worry about But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on
the head Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead Well I'm a
freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and no pants and I dance the
bugaloo Like George Whipple on New York One Got a hairy ass and that's
no fun I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone And on the microphone
you know that I'm at home It's time we looked past all our differences
An' that's it that's all that's all there is Come on
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's
fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
An' that's
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you That's
fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
All Lifestyles
Ideas spark my hand grabs a pen Sweeten up the
sound let me get the right blend Coming down the wire to the Neve mic pre
Nice up the sound for the A to D I'm a Wonderama snake can winner
Bagel from Bob and a TV Dinner I'm the one that one that dance contest
'Cause you know I dance the best All you gotta do is do your thing you
see 'Cause I don't give a fuck who you're supposed to be My name is
Adrock and I aim to please And I gotta spread love in society
We
gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form
What you saw what you heard I get involved I might disturb And
if you want what's going down You might just get that silky sound So
what'cha want? So what'cha need? I've got the fonts you want to read Get
in the game you gotta scheme All the same I've got the team More new
wave not OG Walking down the block you say "Yo D! When you coming out
with the new CD That spreads love in society?"
We gotta keep the
party going on All lifestyles, sizes, shapes, and form
Goto goto
goto goto Don't mess with crack or the baking soda Whether in the high
rise where you live like Roda Or in the shack and you live like Yoda
Once again it's on like a brand new morn Beatsie Beatsie Boys here to
keep you all warm All you spazzes and you freaks Go and do your thing
'cause you're unique If it don't hurt nobody else than Don't be afraid
to be yourself and Special dedication and so on to all lifestyles,
sizes, shapes and forms We gotta keep the party going on All lifestyles,
sizes, shapes, and form
Shazam!
Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!
I sneak a
chicken tikka Marsala at a gala event I represent that's stupid that's
for sure You be like "oh yeah Adam, real mature" I'd like a lettuce,
tomato and Munster on rye All this cheese is gonna make me cry
Gorgonzola, Provolone Don't even get me started on this microphone
Blowin' up like my name is Joe Bazooka I'm a super-dooper MC party
pooper On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy Make you do
like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!"
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh,
Shazam!
On the court I go by the name Praying Mantis Got the edge
and I've got the advantage If you could see things from my vantage Point
then you could better understand this I'm in the lab all day I scrabble all
night I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight When it comes to panache I
can't be beat I got the most style from below 14th street
Internationally known as the Keebler Elf Can't keep a catalog up on the
shelf I splash on beats like sauce on spaghetti Putting MC's out of
business like they're Crazy Eddie
Everybody get down huh Everybody
get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!
I
know you're sitting pretty in the Hampty Hamps Posing like you're rolling
with that camp In layman's terms let me break it down You're flipping
and flopping just like a flounder I'm a hip hop scholar while you're left
back So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac I'm a simple man like Chance
Gardner Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton Got rhymes for jerks that's bringing
on drama Which rhyme you want first? The one about your mama? Goodness
gracious golly gee Shazam! Freeeeeeak out with the genie!
Everybody
get down huh Everybody get down huh Everybody get down huh Huh huh
huh huh, Shazam!
Freak out with the genie....
An Open Letter To NYC
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery
to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White,
New York you make it happen
Brownstones, water towers, trees,
skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come
together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're
doing fine on the One and Nine line On the L we're doin' swell On the
number Ten bus we fight and fuss 'Cause we're thorough in the boroughs and
that's a must I remember when the Duece was all porno flicks Running
home after school to play PIX * 1 At lunch I'd go to Blimpies down on
Montague Street And hit the Fulton Street Mall for the sneakers on my feet
Dear New York I hope you're doing well I know a lot's happen and you've
been through hell So, we give thanks for providing a home Through your
gates at Ellis Island we passed in droves
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens and
Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian, Middle-Eastern
and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
The L.I.E. the
B.Q.E Hippies at the band shell with the L.S.D. Get my BVD's from VIM
You know I'm reppin' Manhattan the best I can Stopped off at Bleeker
Bob's got thrown out Sneakin' in at 4:00 am after going out You didn't
rob me in the park at Dianna Ross But everybody started looting when the
light went off From the South South Bronx on out to Queens Bridge From
Hollis Queens right down to Bay Ridge From Castle Hill to the Lower East
Side From 1010 WINS to Live At Five Dear New York this is a love letter
To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you
do 'Cause in the city were ourselves and electric too
Brooklyn,
Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian,
Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from Right next to High
Bridge across from Harlem To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met
Before they moved on down to the Upper West I see you're still strong
after all that's gone on Life long we dedicate this song Just a little
something to show some respect To the city that blends and mends and tests
Since 911 we're still livin' And lovin' life we've been given Ain't
nothing gonna take that away from us Were lookin' pretty and gritty 'cause
in the city we trust Dear New York I know a lot has changed 2 towers
down but you're still in the game Home to many rejecting know one
Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from
Brooklyn,
Bronx, Queens and Staten From the Battery to the top of Manhattan Asian,
Middle-Eastern and Latin Black, White, New York you make it happen
Crawlspace
There's a party going on in here for real I got
more product than Ron Popeil So deal with that troop were troopers The
only air time you get is on bloopers Beatsie Boys in the place up in the
space So renovate or evacuate You better think twice before you start
flossing I been in your bathroom often Taking punk MC's out I'm all
about My to do list today is turn the party out Getting hot in here no
room to breath I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep No I'm not
Herman Munster or Dr. Spock I go by the name of the King Adrock So
here's a match my ass and your face Listen when I tell you dog; I'm in
your crawl space
You're in front of my house and you know that's wack
Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack You suckers try to front
like you've got the force But I'll slay like Vader sip you for a first
course Don't even get me started on intercourse... A 14! 9 Don't
step into my zone or even periphery Can't grab a hold of my style it's too
slippery The way you act a fool son you can't erase I'll have you
running on your way like steeple chase You tried to take my title now put it
back in place But now you're busted wearing panties and lace Steeling my
style from my trophy case But my drive's secure like an army base You're
sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase But you ain't never gonna
catch me; I'm in your crawl space
Schematics, blueprints and
microfilm Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm 'Cause you know
we're getting scarier and scarier And this extends beyond the Tri-State-Area
Omnipresent and omnipotent My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
This means huge compared to very small You look a little chilly, can I
get you a shall? 'Cause these rhymes are zoo proof They're like anvils
lined up on a roof Waiting to drop on your corny melon 'Cause were not
buying what you're selling First you want to battle then you start to whine
You're looking hungry, it must be snack time So run home where you feel
safe But don't sleep Cochise; I'm in your crawl space
The Brouhaha
Now what the blood clot I rap a lot What you gonna
do when the beat goes drop? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Willis? Who the illest?
You know my name's Adam stop callin' me Phyllis Ya hear some fuss,
you're like what's the clamor? It's just me naked on the cover of Glamour
A phenomenon pandemonium The club is blowing up like plutonium
What's all the fanfare what's the to do We're known to bring the
hullabaloo On stage or at the spa Guaranteed we bring the brouhaha
'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha
There's a
commotion that's goin' down I talk more shit then drown the clown I'm
like that freak from Cirque de Soleil With my leg behind my head and a rhyme
to say Ten nine eight seven six five four Get upon the mic and I'm a
even the score one two three, three to two one don't carry a knife and I
don't carry a gun Yo we be making mountains out of Cool Whip Pass me the
mint for the julep Tell me everybody where is the love Hey yo what's the
motherfuckin' hubbub
'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha
Communicator check one two one two This is Bones McCoy on a line to
Sulu Set the bullshit to warp factor one Check your tri-corder set your
phaser to stun Oh mai oui you can catch me At Jean Vie with a pastry
C'est ci c'est la oh n'est pas Qu'est-ce-que c'est le brouhahaha Ha
haha haha! Just back from Japan and ooh I'm laggin' Goin' rao rao with
the dungeon dragon You can dance if you want to leave your friends behind
But if they don't dance and then they won't dance they can kiss my fuckin'
ass 'Cause it's a brouhaha 'Cause it's a brouhaha
We Got The
Who got the chance to make things right? Why the
politicians always want to fight? The Christian coalition and the right wing
ooooh! Let me tell you what you can do Step outside the cone of silence
Too much hatred and violence It's time to rewind We need a military
decline Got the power of the mind focused Government like a locust
Are we gone or just going? Time to act on what we be knowinh y'all
Who got the power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a
change? Who got the power to make a difference? We got the We got
the We got the
Eyes on the prize and never wane Take the bull by
the reins If you want it be the change Like Ghandi and MLK Wait up,
got to change the system Need knowledge, power and wisdom Same way I
rock this microphone Speak up, just let it be known Hey ladies, fellas
And everyone between Take the power back, let them react And let's
show them what we mean; Check it out
Who got the power to make a
difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got the power to
make a difference? We got the We got the We got the
We can
work, walk, march and protest Think about how we approach this Ask
questions but they keep frontin' Due time we change a little something
Hey yo don't you know Won't forget Amaduous Diallo To the crooked
people and the crooked cops Got to spread love before the world goes pop
Never again should we use the A-bomb We need an international ban on
all W.O.M.D.'s gone We need a multilateral disarm
Who got the
power to make a difference? Who got the power to make a change? Who got
the power to make a difference? We got the We got the We got the
Body Movin
Ready, one. You will do this four times with the left Four with
the right Then eight times with both Then repeat.
Body movin, body
movin A-1 sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin We be getting
down and you know we're crush groovin.
Now Let me get some action from
the back section We need body rocking not perfection Let your back bone
flip but dont slip a disc Let your spine unwind just take a risk I wanna
do the freak until the break of dawn Now, tell me party people is that so
wrong The ship is docking, inter-lockin And up-rockin
electro-shocking We're getting down computer action Do the robotic
satisfaction All of y'all get off the wall Have a ball and get involved
with
Body movin, body movin with the a-1 sound sound so
soothing Body movin, body movin We be getting down and you know we're
crush groovin.
Stand erect, arms down, Swing left arm big same with
the right
Flame on, I'm gone I'm so sweet like a nice bon bon Came
out rapping when I was born Mom said rock it 'til the break of dawn Puttin
bodies in motion cause I got the notion Like Roy Cormier with the coconut
lotion The sound of music makin you insane
You can't explain to
people this type of mind frame Like a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pap I'm
fine like wine when I start to rap We need body rockin not perfection Let
me get some action from the back section
Body movin, body movin A-1
sound, sound so soothing Body movin, body movin We be getting down and
you know we're crush groovin
Left arm ready and one, and again, stand
erect
Mike D with the master plan I said ooh my my and thank you ma'am
And when I grab the mic you scream Ooh god damn The creme de la creme is
who I am MCA where have you been Packed like sardines in the tin So
kick off your shoes and put on your swim fins Cause when it comes to quarries
I'm known to swim And Adrock light up the place And if you pull my card
you pull the ace And if you ask me to turn up the bass And if you play
defender I could be your hyper space
Body movin, body movin with the
a-1 sound sound so soothing Body movin, body movin We be getting down and
you know we're crush groovin.
You will do eight hops on the left, eight
on the right Four left four right, two left, two right then one each:
left, right, left, right start and land on the balls of the feet left
foot, ready, it's one, two, three, four, five.
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