We're from the family tree of old school hip-hop\
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks\
The rhymes will spread just like a pox\
'Cause the music is live, like an electric shock\
I am known to do the wop (Wop!)\
Also known for the Flintstone Flop (Flop!)\
Tammy D getting biz on the crop (Crop!)\
Beat-sie Boys known to let the beat\
"Mhh, drop!"

Do it\
Now, when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop\
If my rap's soup, my beats is stock\
Step from the table when I start to chop\
I'm the lumberjack (Ooh), DJ Ad-Rock\
If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked\
I'll stir fry you in my wok\
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop\
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock

Intergalactic planetary planetary intergalactic.

Shakira, when the hips don't lie

Temba, his pupils wide!

Darmak and Jalad at Ibiza.

Darmak and Jalad doing lines in the bathroom

Damn. Why are you posting what I'm thinking? Has my brain been memefied? Have I become predictable?
Cannot believe i am no longer hip and my coolness factor has warmed up to bland room temperature. This is a mild shock to me.

Original thoughts are now foreign to me. What am I to think next, oh Oracle of Comments?

lol promotional Beats headphones

lath, his ego destroyed

Darmak and Jalad on molly.