[Intro]
Just Blaze

[Verse 1]
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
I grab you with the pinchers
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up with the needle nose plier

Like Mutual of Omaha
With the ill boat you've never seen before
Just gliding in the 'Glades
And like Lorne Greene, you know I get paid

Like caprese with the basil
Not goofy like Darrin or Hazel
I'm a motherf****** Nick at Nite
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 (What?) is an electrician."

Like a scientist
Mmm, 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 but you won't see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up, the 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 sh** 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

[Chorus]
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 motherfuckin' party out

[Bridge]
Drop, drop, drop (Just Blaze)

[Verse 3]
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. (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 like 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
(Oh!)

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 afire

On the beat, got Just Blaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head and say
"Those were the days."

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap your hands to the beat

[Outro]
Can I get a soul clap, come on?
Just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap
Blaze in the spot today