Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check It Ooout, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song No Need For Alarm, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.1993
Record label: Elektra
Song language: English
Check It Ooout |
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 &anguish |
the stangest 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' |
sprintin’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, |
Phuck with me &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… |
Check It ooooout! |
(Repeat) |
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 the beat |
or the effort is worthless |
I like ot 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 and had rhymes |
just some descriptions of what I like to listen to with my Bruce Banner scanner point of view… ('Pe-urnnnn') |
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… |