Crawlspace

This is a dedication to all you backstabbers

Bitin' MC's scratching like you got fleas

You know what I'm saying

Yo, we're watching you, son

We up on the roof, down in the cellar

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

Beatsie Boys in the place, up in the space

So renovate or evacuate

You better think twice before you start flossing

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 Ad-Rock

So here's a match; my ass and your face

Listen when I tell you, dawg…

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 ya like Vader, sip you for a first course

Don't even get me started on the intercourse

"AAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"

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

And you're running on your way like a 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 the trophy case

But my drive's secure like on an army base

You're sneaking and you're peeking and trying to give chase

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 200 proof

They're like anvils lined up on a roof

Waiting to drop on your corny melon

'Cause we're not buying what you're sellin'

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