[Intro]
One two, One two
One two, One two
Mic check, mic check
Check it out, check it out
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[Verse 1: Manhunt]
Lyrically murdering for Gs is easy
Like shooting a breeze
No escaping the 308 when im sniping from the trees
They like drop bombs, defeat the ones, game on yo moms
When the heats on, I'll take away your girl like Calgon
My burner learned to earn and respect on mic check to force texts
Then unload raps like a tec
Emcess bust back but bust off
From bulletproof rhymes I sowed
I stay gold like grill teeth
In 94 its still on, so yo, crack the moet
And let em know that we poets
And now poetically we flow it
(yo arent you that kid bullying mcees for sport?)
My rhyme will run game like nikes on the basketball court
And i can go back like the Aztecs, perfect on mic check
Like one for the trouble, two for the time
My partners caught up in the CI
Forced to do crime, headphones on the dome
And im off down the block, to the sess spot
Where niggas get their brain all high and rot
And rep OE's of gold like a 24 carat
I roll with the four fifth, a straight-up hunting proof
Honeys talk, so we gather for talk shows like Dr. Ruth
[Verse 2L T.O. The Funk Flow]
Yo all my peoples in the house represent
Yo all my peoples in the house represent
Once again with the butter flows
That keep a solar rhymes that wreck your mind
And your crew falls like Lou Rawls cause you'll never find
The proper method that I wreck it
I grab the mic and check it
Its a method how I keep the honeys naked
Black napsack, trapped with a tre pound gat
But all i really want is emcees to react when i rap
Pack the weedsack, emcess want to flex
But they should ease back
Girls says oh that hes that, nigga that have my knees back
Spark the riot, then im paid like the Hyatt
Niggas flex, then i break necks
No need to try it, rap computer
The wack mc style eluder
For the fact I keep a crew
For the mind, inhale the buddah
Whip mcees with these rhymes, for props
Can't give me mine I lay it on the line
Back in the day, Bonita was a hit, still in 94 its my favorite shit
Truth for blocks and blocks with blue balls and sweatsocks
Just something I learned from the uptown hardrocks and wicked niggas
With only figures that you hit me
I feel like the Fonz cause all your girls want to date me
But kill the nonsense, emcees grab the mic and get tense
Due to the rhymes i dispense
And im out
Microphone check one two
Mic check, hit the dialect
[Verse 3: J.D.]
Niggas best they check it
Cause the skils be amazing, used to be a young buck
But now my skills have Rose like Jalen
Im misbehaving and spraying lyrics with the rough and ruggedness
You can't fuck with this fool, youll get bucked with this tool
I dont play boy, but nigga chicks is my specialty
I'll wreck you G, and have your bitch laying next to me
Well actually on top of me and then I rock it G
Twist the optimus, spark it, see?
It last longer than monopoly, and now im obsessed with it
Im the best kid, and so believe it
Youll get defeated if you want to Buttheads like Beavis
You stupid or something
Cause toe to toe my flow is butter bro
With the skills that pay the bills
Will take you all out like buffalo
So go with what you know
And ill go with what i know
Them suckers be hitting high notes
When i let my nine go
Im fly so you can't see me
I rock it freely hanging late night with the boys (Du Bois)
Without W.E.B
See g, I'm out to slaughter
Cause your rhymes are out of order
My style is water
Your style is worth about a fucking quarter
So cash it in and buy yourself a pack of bubblegum
Im troublesome
The GF is the crew
And you can't fuck with them
[Outro]
One two, One two
One two, One two
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Check it out, check it out
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One two, One two
Mic check, mic check
Check it out, check it out
Thats right