| Watch this, when I shine I bring rain
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| Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain’t the norm
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| When I perform, I get you up out your seat
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| Get down with the real deal skills, then chill
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| Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp
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| Stretch, flex, then tackle what’s next
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| Cause MC’s, that luck up, need to hush up
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| Who can’t brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up
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| Then duck from the one that gets buck-wild
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| I chop your ass in half, with a smile
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| Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef
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| Fuckin with me ock, you’re six feet deep
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| Down in the ground, alone with no sound
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| While I’m up here CHILLIN, top billin
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| And illin, on all those, who oppose
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| I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh!
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| Smash, here comes the one that talks trash
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| To garbage MC’s, who try to diss me
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| And my crew — the ill ville animal cannibal
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| Backbreakers, government amputators
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| Bounce to this if you think you know the hits
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| And all you gassed-up critics, put the brakes on the shit
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| Cause I’m tired of this, and I’m tired of that
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| Motherfuckers sayin King Tee’s shit was wack
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| But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks
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| By the truckload, now let’s go for the gold
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| So strap on your seatbelt yo and let’s go
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| And get down, to the sound that burns quick
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| Cause I’m about to burn rubber, on this number
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| And any MC who claims his style is legit
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| Suckers wanna try me? |
| (I know not why Tee)
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| I light that ass up like the 4th of July G, uhh!
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| Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
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| Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
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| Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
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| Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow
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| Capital S-L, crooked letter humpback fuck that
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| Thump that, shit that’s never wack
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| Cause this goes out too all the niggas that we rushin
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| To hear the shit I’m bustin over ruptured percussion
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| It ain’t my fault that I’m layin niggas down like asphault
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| And blow your ass away like chalk, dust
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| Then crush your monkey-ass unto the side
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| Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide
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| I stress facts like IRS wants tax
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| From anyone claimin that they’re livin, kind of fat
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| You see, I could get sick in the thick of shit
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| I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe’s butt
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| Hey nigga back-steps, even you can get hit
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| I’m more crankier than a bitch on the shit!
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| Niggas get heated cause they just got defeated
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| By the two man team, the Sledge and the King, uhh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check The Flow , by - King Tee. Song from the album IV Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп