Check Your Head

Well,
Back to the beat y'all,
Down with the sound so sweet y'all
Just how fresh can you get y'all
Those that are blessed say yes y'all
'Cause I'm a come inside and do my thing
I'm gonna take off my drawers and let myself swing
Tantalize my tummy with a boo boo snack
But now I got to get back

Gonna break it down to the nitty grit
Gonna tell you motherfuckers
Why you ain't shit
'Cause suckers like you
Just make me strong
When you're popping that bullshit all day long

I'm gonna bust my shoes I'm gonna bust my socks
I'm gonna spread my word
From standing on this box
This drive through world it just ain't right
Gonna run to Joe and Tony's
And get my hair cut nice

Well come on y'all and let's work it out
I'm trying to get up
So don't you get me down
Life I love you now give me a pound
Up from the frying pan into the fire
Look within and try to admire what's going on

If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece
But If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least
What's Running Through My Mind Comes Through In My Walk True
Feelings Are Shown From The Way That I Talk And This Is Me, Y'All-
I M.C., Y'All My Name Is M.C.A. And I Still Do What I Please And
Now I'd Like To Introduce I'll Pass The Mic To D. For A Fist Full Of Truth

The Name Is D., Y'All And I Don't Pay And I Can Rock A Block Party
'Til Your Hair Turns Grey 'So, What You Sayin'?' I Explode On Site
And Like Jimmy Walker I'm 'Dynomite' And Now I'd Like To Pass
The Mic So Adrock C'mon And Do Anything You Like

I'm The A.D.R.O.C.K. In The Place With The Bass I'm Going
All The Way I Can't Stop Y'All Tick Tock Y'All And If You Think
That You're Slick You'll Catch A Brick Y'All 'Cause I'm A Turn It In
And I'm A Turn It Out But For Now I've Got To Pass The Mic To Yauch

Well On And On And On And On I Can't Stop Y'All 'Til The Early Morn'
So Rock Rock Y'All Tick Tock Y'All To The Beat Y'All
C'mon And Rock Y'All

I Give Thanks For Inspiration It Guides My Mind Along The Way
A Lot Of People Get Jealous, They're Talking About Me
But That's Just 'Cause They Haven't Got A Thing To Say

Everybody's Rapping Like It's A Commercial Actin' Like Life Is A
Big Commercial So This Is What I've Got To Say To You All Be True To
Yourself And You Will Never Fall And Now I'd Like To Pass The Mic To

The A So What's Your Name, Yauch? My Name Is M.C.A. I've Been
Coming To Where I Am From The Get Go Find That I Can Groove
With The Beat When I Let Go So Put Your Worries On Hold Get Up
And Groove With The Rhythm In Your Soul And Now I'd Like To
Pass The Mic To My Brother Adrock C'mon And Shine Like A Light

Yes Yes Y'All And Yes Yes Y'All I'm Always On Time Never The Less
Y'All And That's Right Y'All, I Shed Light Y'All I've Got No Time In
My Life To Get Uptight Y'All So What You Gonna Say That I Don't
Know Already? I'm Like Clyde And I'm Rockin' Steady But Time Flies
When You're Having Fun So Mike D C'mon And Get Some

M.I.K.E. To The D. You Come And See Me And You Pay A Fee Do What I
Do Professionally To Tell The Truth I Am Exactly What I Want To Be
Now Ad-Rock And M.C.A. Let's Rock This Joint In The Old School Way

Well I'm On 'Til The Crack Of Dawn Mowing Down M.C.'s
Like I'm Mowing A Lawn I Go Off Like Nothing Can Phase Me
You Think We'll Ever Meet Stevie? One Of These Days, D.
But I Can Stand My Ground And I Am Down To Wax An M.C.
Who Acts Like A Clown But For Now, I'd Like To Ask You
How You Like The Feel Of The Bass In Your Face In The Crowd

Well, I got more bounce to the fuckin' bump
And then you want to know
Why it's cause I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate
I got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster
Drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet 'cause it has to
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm blown up
I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin not rehearsin' gettin' live y'all
A little puffy so you know what I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got a feelin' that's back again
So don't touch me 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me you'll get shocked!

You've got the boomin' system
But it's blasting out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk
But it's watered down yoo-hoo
I've been through many times
In which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me
Has always been music
We've got our own studio the son of the G
It's no question life's been good to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mix tape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats
For which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies of expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made Ben Davis quality it's no junk see
My chrome is shining just like an icicle
I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle.

So many wack M.C.'s
You get the T.V. bozack
Ain't even gonna call out your names
'Cause you're so wack
But one big oaf whose faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something
That you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me
Is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass move your fat ass
'Cause you're wack son
Dancin' around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me
To get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass
As I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an M.C. at the fever in the D.J. booth
With your headphones strapped
You're rockin' rewind pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But liek the pencil to the paper I got more to come
One after another you can all get some
So you getter take your time
And meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinking
When I go for mine
And that's right y'all don't get uptight y'all
You can't say shit
Because you're biting what I write y'all
And that's wrong y'all over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard
When you're fronting it all

A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away
Riding on a thought to see where it's from
Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come
Smoke paints the air
Swirling images through my mind
Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind
And I stand at the edge cautiously awaiting
As time slips by
Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky
And I sit
And I think to myself
And on the horizon the sun light begins to climb
And it seems like it's been so long since he shined
But I'm sure it was only yesterday

A cold chill of fear cut through me
I felt my heart contract
To my mind I brought the image of light
And I expanded out of it
My fear was just a shadow
And then I voice spoke in my head
And she said dark is not the opposite of light
It's the absence of light
And I thought to myself
She knows what she's talking about
And for a moment I know
What it was all about.

Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You
Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why
So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That
You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To
Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em
Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And
Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My
Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With
The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information
From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes

You Can't Front On That

Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee
I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My
Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around
Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From
Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People
Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A
Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By
Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off
As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Losing My Mind

You Can't Front On That

But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired
Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm
Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize
Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall
If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me
Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The
Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner
I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A
Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason
But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker
Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews
You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach

You Can't Front On That
So What'cha Want

I Ride On The Bus Into The City Everyday
I Sit On My Seat And I Dream Myself Away
I Dream I'm On An Island With That Foxy Lady Too
But When I Awaken I Must Be Mistaken I'm On Third Avenue
Won't You Take Me Away And Take Away Me

So Mike D What's Up? Yo Yauch What's Up? Come On Mike Let's
Tear It Up Hear No Evil See No Evil Talking No Bullshit So Many
Damn People Are So Damn Full Of It Keyboard Money Mark You
Know He's Not Having It Just Give Him Some Wood And He'll Build
You A Cabinet I'm Convinced That Vince Is Ripping Me Off I Think It's
His Girdle That's Tipping Me Off Mike D's Out Back And He's Growing
Onions I've Got Bigger Buns Than My Man Paul Bunyon's I've Been
Going Nuts Gettin' All Cooped Up Fully Hermitizing But Now I'm
Getting Souped Up It's Time To Turn The Page To A Brand New
Chapter Setting My Sights And You Know What I'm After I'll Be In
The Paper The News With Ernie Ernesto They'll Even Print My
Recipe For Pasta With Pesto Now Here's Another Special Of The Day
I've Got More Spice Than The Frugal Gourmet

Well Mike D What Got For Me Show These Good People What It
Means To Be D Well They Call Me Mike D With The Mad Man Style I Put
The Mic Up To My Lips And I Can Scream For A While Created A Sound
At Which Many Were Shocked I've Got A Million Ideas That I Ain't
Even Rocked I've Got The Light Bulb Flashing At The Top Of My Head
Never Wake Up On The Wrong Side Of The Bed You're An Idea Man
Not A Yes Man With A Point To Make You're Bound To Take A Stand
'Cause I'm Pete The Puma Minnie The Moocher Got Every Type Of
Flavor That Will Suit Ya You Know The Bass Is Real Fat Because It's
Gotta Be Like That A Snare On The Funky Tin And A Taste Of The High Hat

Yo Yauch What's Up? Mike D What's Up? Come On Yauch, Let's Tear
It Up I Could Catch A Groove Like A Flash In The Dark Grab A Hold Of
Your Attention Like A Thief In The Park 'Cause I Can Flip A Rhyme
Off The Tip Of My Tongue Switching Up The Rhythm Like The
Rhyme's A Piece Of Chewing Gum Now I Might Chew But I Don't Bite
My Ideas Are Mine When I Begin To Write In My Sleep I'll Be Thinking
'Bout Beats And Getting On The Mic And Busting Some Treats And
Sporting The Crazy Funky Threads That You've Never Even Seen
Before What I'm Lacking From The Macking I Can Find At The Thrift
Store I Won't Scuff Nor Scuffle Just Grin As They Walk By Take Time
To Rhyme For A Girl I Hear Talk Fly Down Some Papaya
Down With The Revolution Always Wear My Goggles 'Cause There's
So Much Pollution I Can Do The Freak, The Patty Duke And The Spank
Gotta Free The Funky Fish From The Funky Fish Tanks
I'll Sell My House, Sell My Car And I'll Sell All My Stuff
'I'm Going Back To New York City I Do Believe I've Had Enough'