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When it's time for me to recline / I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine, to the brain relievin' pain and anguish / The strangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta / The hip hop envia. / Write arrive a little soona / Check the soles on my Pumas / My attitude is miserable / Cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like / I won't strike his ass in the face / I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones / A fool don't have to get his head flown / Why waste time with rhymes? / I get straight to the point / Like I hate when funk's in the joint / The hip hop is playin' / Threatinin' in to spray men / Don't threaten me / Or you won't be able to see / When I gouge ya eyes out / I despise doubt on your part / Like I won't stab you in your heart / My flow is drastic serious, sarcastic / My motto is, fuck with me and get your ass kicked / And that's the key to understandin' me / And if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B / Yeah

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Check It ooooout (Repeats 8x with various Del ad-libs)

I love to peep a rhyme / First of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time / If he go off beat, and it's on purpose / He gotta come back on beat / Or the effort is worthless / I like to hear a cool flow / But if it's identical to another, he a fool for it / Ya gotta build, upon skills / And all that copy that most popular rapper / Shit can get killed / I like a nigga who is quick witted / Cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick splitted / And I admit it, it's a joy / When I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid / I loves niggas who talk shit / Cause that's my department / I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit / Cause I'm relentless / With a sentence / A jail sentence, after I beat you senseless / I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes / Then I laugh at niggas who fell off but had rhymes / Just some descriptions of what I like to listen to / With my Bruce Banner scanner point of view.

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Check It ooooout (Repeats 8x with various Del ad-libs)

Now I'm bout to clown a bitch / She made my eyebrows twitch / Cause she's rich / Yeah, real funny / She makes some money / For puttin' other niggas down / You nuthin' but a clown / You can't write
And you're not bright / You fail to notice the dopeness / Cause you have no insight / You need to quit / You ain't shit / You need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection / And you're next in my list to jack / It's a fact not fiction / Bitch, stop ya bitchin' / You write articles / I'ma rip apart ya skull / Cause ya dull / Not entertainin' / I'ma put ya brain in orbit / Cause I'm morbid / Thinkin' a new ways to kill ya and yo, I feel ya / Ya too critical / And ain't got a bit a pull / Just admit it fool / Before we get rid of you / A rolling stone gathers no moss / And now who will pay the cost / And afterwards get lost / Hit the dirt, before you get hurt / I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert / I bet you never get no dick / You make me so sick / So my pistol is loaded

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Check It ooooout (Repeats several with various Del ad-libs until music fades)

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from No Need For Alarm, released January 1, 1993

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Oakland Raider, Richmond Rap Practitioner. Hieroglyphics / Deltron 3030 / C7 / GOODXLUCK. Keep the FUNK alive.

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