Ch-check It Out Lyrics - To The 5 Boroughs - Beastie Boys

All you Trekkies and TV addicts 

Don't mean to diss don't mean to bring static 

All you Klingons in your grandma's 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 

With the ill boat you've never seen before 

Glidin' 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 motherfuckin' "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, turn this 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 (what?) is an electrician 

Like a scientist 

When I'm applying this 

Method of controlling my mind 

Like Einstein and the rappin' Duke combined 

Now, 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 (what?) back on the shelf 

Light rays blazin' 

You're out of phase, and my crew's amazin' 

We're working on the record yo, so just 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, turn this 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 

Who 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 like cable guy dunked off of your crown 

I flow like smoke out a chimney 

You never been me 

You want to rap but what you're making 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 

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" 

Now, 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, turn this party out