check 1, 2

Lyrics

epmd. def jam. blazin. check it, uh-huh, yo, it's e-dub on the microphone, my style be elektra, i'm the male syl rhome, homes, walk around with forty-four chrome, on safety, spike the mic in the end zone, this here ain't the average shit, you used to, front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you, so knock it off, like biggie smalls said duke you soft, why you wanna fuck with the boss?, where should i start? breakin' mc's or shatterin' charts?, it's diablo, pmd mic doc with the purple heart, the go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er, front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter, so heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo, funky piano, van like the fuckin' tano, with more cheese than lambeau, more heat than rambo, break down dismantle when i scramble, i just get down, and i go for mines, say check 1, 2 - and run down the line, with techs and, don't get too close because you might get shot, uhh, yo, ey, and yo, epmd, fuckin' with us is bad news, me and you got different views, what you might say is dope, i say's not, what i might call whack, you'll call hot, the best thing for you, is to think and hope, or get choked, and hung with the velvet rope, cause you too theatrical, mess around, and end up smackin' you, jackin' you, attackin' you, that's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash, double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics, is what my crew do, whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through, roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two, or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline, i'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on baseline, run with the unseen potential to be on dateline, i don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while i pace mine, yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets?, we've been doin' this shit, since dear yvette, check, i make shit that make you wanna smack your producer, and ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead, and walk around leakin', in the bed for the weekend, for playin' with the last mohican, madi gon - that's fuck you in puerto rican, keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin', or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious, delirious, that's how we leave cats and niggas curious, the true legend, got caught shit you better call kevin, big like dog 40 and the dutch from the 7-11, i'm danger like norris the texas ranger, the mic strangler, pmd, the fuckin' head banger, mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill, pump a nine on the reg behind penitentiary steel, i just get down, and i go for mines, say check 1, 2 - and run down the line, with techs and, don't get too close because you might get shot,