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MCA

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 the hinges

I’ll grab you with the pincers

and no I didn’t retire

I’ll snatch you up with the needle-nose pliers

Mike D Like Mutual Of Omaha got the ill boat you never seen before

glidin’in the glades and like Lorne Green you know I get paid

Like Caprese with the Basil

not goofy like Darren or Hazel

I’m a huh ha like Nick At Night

with the classics re-running that you know all right

Adrock

Now remain calm

no alarm 'cause my farm ain’t phat

so what’s 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 what I say I’m no better than you

except when I rap so I guess it ain’t true

like that and you just don’t stop

guaranteed to make your body rock

Mike D I said 'Doc, what’s the condition?

I’m a man thats on a mission

He said 'Son, you’d better listen

stuck in your what!

is an electrician.'

Like a scientist, mmm when I’m applyin’this

method of controlling my mind

like Einstein and The Rappin’Duke combined

Adrock

Now 'Hey baby Bubba now what’s 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 mathemetician

I’m a bank cashier, engineer

I wear cotton but I don’t wear shear

MCA

Shazam!

and Abracadabra!

In the whip I’ll cruise right past ya Yo money, don’t chump yourself

put that what!

back on the shelf

Light rays blazin’your out of the phase

and my crews amazin'

We’re workin’on a record yo so just be patient

Adrock

Now I go by the name of the King Adrock

I don’t wear a cup nor a jock

I bring the --- thats beyond bizarre

like Miss Piggy 'Who, Moi?'I'm 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

MCA

Don’t test me they can’t arrest me

I’ll take right 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 your makin’ain’t hip hop B Mike D Now get your clothes right out of the dryer

put the 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

gonna throw a craze

make your grandma shake her head and say 'Those were the days'