Check Da Style

Lyrics

L-Swift - "Check Da Style" [Emcee(s): L-Swift] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Scratches: Mr. Mayhem] [Additional Vocals: Charlemagne] [Sample 1 (Melody): Ramsey Lewis - "Sun Goddess" (1:34)] [Sample 2 (Drums): James Brown - "Funky President (People It's Bad)" (0:02 and 0:05)] [Intro: Charlemagne and L-Swift with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem] Charlemagne: Yeah, check this out, feel the funk, baby. Fortress Family in the house, Charlemagne in the house, Big TIM in the house, my man Bob in the house L-Swift: Yeah, yeah, ha. Aw yeah. Word, y'all, word. No doubt, no doubt. Yeah, yeah, haha. I break it down, word. I break it down, son, no doubt. Yeah, I break it down, son. Check it [Verse 1: L-Swift] When I begin Niggas should know my status: L is the verbal terrorist Constantly, my mind develops clever ish, yo But on the real, this is how I feel: emcees are like Dull pencils, they need to sharpen up on the skills. My lyrics Mentally scar you. L-Swift is on a mission Dissing rappers like A&R's do, but, still, should I Have to reveal that? Inside my waist is where I pack my steel at Hope you could feel the impact from caps I peel back This is official: L is invincible. I keep the pistol Full when I'm dilapidating physicals of criminals who Remain typical. I got you stepping, you'll Be removed like hip hop from 98.7. So often I make the pistol go ("pow!") My image hang over heads Just like a mistletoe (Now), lyrics increase the fiscal flow, so Get with this shit here. You know the way I do this I can't be penetrated, you can't run through this, so [Hook: L-Swift and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem)] This is the way I break it down—check the style When I get busy ("Funky"), bodies of emcees must pile, so Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live If you know it's going down ("Funky"), feel the vibe, y'all [Verse 2: L-Swift] Coming Straight from the New York inner city, the style circulates I'm taking out rappers who perpetrate 'cause when It comes to this, L-Swift be running this, so grab Your gun and clips. Mics I work wonders with, the flows Are toxic when I drops it 'cause only I be the Original—come check me in the physical. Statistical Styles cannot get close to mine. I release my flows and rhymes L is the pinnacle, niggas be fronting criminal But while they're fronting, talking 'bout weapons they carry, lyrical Styles vary, emcees' bodies are tallied. I drop Scientific analogies, lyrical similes My flow is lethal, I kill emcees' careers Like bad marketing (What?). Flavors are targeting Ghettos and urban streets, I analyze and learn the beat 'cause when I'm coming through (What?), you could smell the fumes of hate Also, when I'm rhyming, rappers' bodies must accumulate, yo [Hook: L-Swift and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem)] This is the way I break it down—check the style When I get busy ("Funky"), bodies of emcees must pile, so Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live If you know it's going down ("Funky"), feel the vibe, y'all [Verse 3: L-Swift] I leave Emcees' body parts scattered, I drop my data You know my stature: L is lyrically fatter. I'm sick of these Rappers who perpetrate—forget that. I bust raps, then I Release delivery (Bow!). Emcees ain't equipped for me 'cause, lyrically You're now experiencing misery. My flows are similar To mace 'cause I blur emcees' visibility Still, it be kind of hard to see this. Frequent's this observation That's I gets busy on your frequency modulation. My occupation? To me, it's simple: I reign through the galaxy And walk over emcees like Christ walked on The Sea of Galilee. Emcees couldn't get down with me If they was gravity—basically, there's no match for me. There was No one before me and there'll be no one after me, see? Corny rappers get shaken down and locked up in the dungeons Of my Fortress when I break it down, so, stay out of My vicinity because I'm making rounds [Hook: L-Swift and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem)] (x2) This is the way I break it down—check the style When I get busy ("Funky"), bodies of emcees must pile, so Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live If you know it's going down ("Funky"), feel the vibe, y'all This is the way I break it down—check the style When I get busy, bodies of emcees must pile, so Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live If you know it's going down, feel the vibe, y'all [Interlude: L-Swift with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem] Yeah, this how it's going down, kid. '95, y'all. For '96, y'all, whenever. Check it out, whatever's clever [Outro: L-Swift with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem] Charlemagne in the house, boy. Check it L-Swift is in the house, boy. Check it Vidal in the house, boy. Check it R-Smooth in the house, y'all. Yo, DJ Mayhem Is in the house, y'all. My man InTIMidator In the house, y'all. Check it, yo Nightbreed is in the house, y'all. Mr. Voodoo Yo, yo, haha, I'm out. Peace, kid