Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mic Checka, artist - Das EFX. Album song Dead Serious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1991
Record label: Rhino Atlantic
Song language: English
Mic Checka |
| Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzooks, Here I go, so |
| Fliggedy-flame on, G-Geronimo, yo |
| I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great |
| I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate |
| It’s Krazy, I’m biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips |
| I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips |
| Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm |
| Throw boulders from Bedrock you’ll get dropped, I slam man |
| So check it, I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks |
| I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks |
| Oh and ah, I riggedy-rocked the Copacabana |
| Banana split, hack-thoo, spit! |
| So sit! |
| I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh |
| I’m riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this |
| Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you’ll get it done |
| Squooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one |
| I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I’m savage |
| I shake 'em up and down like the Dow Jones Average |
| I’m cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best |
| So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, cause here comes Das EFX |
| A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow |
| My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo |
| So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna |
| See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason’s the Boomer |
| I’m higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the Motts |
| Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks |
| I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings |
| Do a spin like the Mack and I slide like Peggy Fleming |
| Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals |
| I Hawaiian punched the Captain and now I’m maxing with Tenille |
| I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun |
| I’m freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, cause Brooklyn’s where I’m from |
| OOOH-WEEEEEEE! |
| Tiggedy-time to get buckwild |
| Call me Butterfingers cause I drippedy-drop umm, 'nuff styles |
| Iggedy-eeny-meeny-miney-moe |
| Shiggedy-bop-bap, I’ll snatch a rapper by the toe |
| Yo, I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor |
| I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I take a SkyPager |
| LePew! |
| I figgedy-freaks the funker |
| The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch' Bunker |
| So gimme the mic and I’ll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester |
| Microphone checka, one two checka |
| Oh yessir! |
| I tiggedy-take no shorts, I’m not the fella |
| I might can even act; |
| Stella — who? |
| Stella — who? |
| Yo Stella, here kiggedy-comes the bumrush, mayday! |
| No static, I niggedy-knows more kids than umm, Bebe |
| So higgedy-hey hey hey, not Dwayne but I got props |
| I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots |
| So when, I friggedy-freaks the funk, I’ll be the ill funk freaker |
| I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita |
| So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip |
| Bustin' heads with Erick Sermon and my nigga Parrish Smith |
| Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle |
| I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle |
| So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star |
| I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar |
| Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps |
| I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps |
| Chumps, so wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief |
| He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that’s on his teeth |
| I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo |
| So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two |
| I diggedy dot my i’s, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro |
| I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O |