Just Blaze?
All you checkies and TV addicts
Don't mean a ***, don't mean to be static
All you clingers in your grandma's house
*** your backstreet friend and get loud
Throwin' doors off hinges
I got ya with the pinches
And no, I didn't retire
I'll snatch ya off with the needle nose pliers
Uh, uh, uh, uh
AHH!
Like me, Joel Omaha
With the elbow you never seen before
Just gliding in the glaze
Said like, you're green, you know I get paid
Like a press say with the bass so Not goofy like Darren Haysel
I'm a motherfuckin' Nick at night With
clasps between running that you know
Oh,
I remain calm,
no,
I'm along just to farm and fax
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 checks
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when the raps are what you said ain't true
Like that,
Joel,
then you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your party rock
Check it out,
sit on my back Work it out,
let's turn this party out
Said doc, what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a machine
Said son,
you better listen,
stuff in your ooch is an electrician
Like a scientist,
mmm,
when I'm applying this Method of controlling
my mind like Einstein or Raphidou Povah
Now hey baby, bro, but now what the deal?
I didn't know you'd go for that mass appeal
Some call it soluchi,
some hot potato I stole your mic but you won't see it later
Cause I work magic like a magician I act up,
I'm a mathematician
The Van Cashier and John Neer I wear cotton and I don't wear hair
Shazam,
manabra,
cadabra In the whip,
I'm blowing the coup's pastoral
And you don't,
and you don't chump yourself Put that * back on the shelf
Just blaze,
blaze in,
you're out of phasing Look who's amazing,
we're working on a record,
Joel So just stay patient
Now check,
check,
check,
check,
check it out What's it all about?
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 rent a cuff nor a jock
I bring the thing that's beyond bizarre Like Miss Niggy,
who,
what?
I am the one with the client intel You say Ad-Rock,
you rock so well
I've got class like King Champelle,
MCA Got the microphone before it goes,
stay yo
They can't arrest me,
a fake right crossover and shoot lefty
You look upset,
but calm down You look like cable guy done done for your crown
Well,
I flow like smoke outta chimney You've never been me
You wanna follow what you're making in hip-hop,
B?
Oh,
now
Bitch,
I'ma roll up on ya,
got ya Squat that fresh,
I'm tired
Tonight we going out,
set the town on fire Hold up,
beat,
fire,
just blaze
Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a phrase
Make your better shake your head and say,
that's really me
Now check,
check,
check,
check,
check it out What's it all about?
Work it out,
let's turn this,
turn this party out
Just clap your hands for the beat Just clap your hands for the beat
It ain't over,
can I get a slow clap?
Come on, just clap your hands to the beat
Just clap,
come on, yeah, whoo!