Check My Record

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Rebel pride, some might die If they try to defy the wise guy Or should I say the wise one, say bye-bye, son I got you looking down the barrel of my shotgun 'Cause I'm a gun-slinger, my name's a bell-ringer So come on, cutie, and step with the gold banger Pep your step up and I'll pep your rep up Slow-gas, baby, and you'll be playing catch-up Chi takes a body count, so refer to her Moves are swift, in real life, I'm a murderer Point blank range and your brains arе blown to smithereens It seems violent but not as violent as it seems It's not that painful 'causе of my strangle They can't escape, I'll penetrate every angle Continue to radiate at a constant rate 'Cause yo, I make the suckers on the boulevard skate Breeze with quickness, you can't get with this I heat up, yeah, Chi's a novelist Dick gets harder, every verse is more reckless I'm like Jordan, chump, you can't check this Mental torture as soon as I caught ya I feel it's my duty to, yo, self scorch ya My man Kato heads the Bedroom Squad Total body security is quick to pull a card So be aware of the madness, find another remedy 'Cause you ain't playing kid named Jeremy John or Tom, I'm like a lunatic from Vietnam Then I can't be tame when I'm armed Yes, I'm armed and dangerous every second The proof is in the pudding, check my record [Chorus] "Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Yeah, uh-huh "Check, ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Yeah, check my record "Check, ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Check it out "Check, ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Yeah, check my record "Check, ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Uh-huh, yeah "Check, ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Check my record, yeah "Check, ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Uh-huh, check it out, check it out "Check, ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." Check my record [Verse 2] The rhymer antagonize the battle So now I'ma shake 'em up just like a rattle Let him speak his fable, rock his cradle Bring him up to date, it's a modern day Cain and Abel Slam him to the pavement, leave his mic bent Stomp his burial ground, he didn't pay the rent Watch his crew watch me formulate another Rhyme designed to smash his physical structure Pulverize while your eyes both bulgin' And I'm one drunk that you shouldn't indulge in My mic is a crackhead, keeps on smokin' And dissin' me to torch the scene again First verse brought a verse from a godly curse The following line was to quench the mic's thirst Now I'ma fill it up and rebuild it up Break it down so any clown consigned it up Motivate my plan of action Put it in gear 'cause my rhymes got traction I roll with force, keep it on course And I'm gonna flow 'til my mic goes hoarse I jam the Tunnel, and pack the building When I come, I get the Palladium filled in And Kilimanjaro is one club too small But that's alright, my recreation is all I step with posture, plus I gotsta Continue to move with wit and outfox the Average savage, Chi's gonna damage The Ford rap lord is ate up like a Manwich I'm armed and dangerous every second The proof is in the pudding, check my record [Outro] You know what I'm sayin'? This goes out to my man Dave (Check my record) Rest in peace And I'm outta here (Check my record) "Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out, check..." "Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out, check..." (Check my record) "Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out, check..." "Ch-ch-ch-check out my, check out my, check out, out..." (Check my record)