Crawlspace

LETRA

Crawlspace

Oh
Yeah
Hey Yo
This is a dedication to all you back stabbing biting MC's
Scratching like you got fleas
Know what I'm saying?
Yo. We watchin' you son
We up on the roof
Down in the celler
And up in the crawlspace
Listen fool, I got my eye on you son
What?

There's a party going on in here for real
I got more product than Ron Popeil
So deal with that, troop; We're troopers
The only air time you get is on bloopers
Beastie Boys in the place, up in the space
So renovate or evacuate
You better think twice before you start flossin'
I been in your bathroom often
Taking punk MC's out I'm all about
My to-do list today is turn the party out
Getting hot in here, no room to breath
I got my pen in my hand so you best not sleep
No I'm not Herman Munster nor Dr. Spock
I go by the name of the King Adrock
So here's a match my ass and your face
Listen when I tell you, dog;
I'm in your crawl space

You're in front of my house and you know that's wack
Bite my rhymes with a scanner from Radio Shack
You suckers try to front like you've got the force
But I'll slay like Vader, sip you for a first course
Don't even get me started on intercourse..
*Ahhhh!*
Don't step into my zone or even periphery
Can't grab a hold of my style, it's too slippery
The way you act a fool, son, you can't erase
Andyou running on your way like steeple chase
You tried to take my title, put it back in place
But now you're busted wearing panties and lace
Steeling my style from my trophy case
But my drive's secure like on an army base
You're sneaking and peeking and trying to give chase
But you ain't never gonna catch me;
I'm in your crawl space

Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm
Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier
And this extends beyond the Tri-State Area
Omnipresent and omnipotent
My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
This means huge compared to very small
You look a little chilly, can I get you a shawl?
Cause these rhymes are two hundred proof
They're like anvils lined up on a roof
Waiting to drop on your corny melon
Cause were not buying what you're selling
First you want to battle then you start to whine
You're looking hungry, it must be snack time
So run home where you feel safe
But don't sleep, Cochese
I'm in your crawl space