Текст песни Lord Finesse - Check the Method
Lord Finesse - Check the Method слова песни
It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)Fuck that, you know who`s biggerEven though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggasFuck those who spread rumors, I didn`t retireEven though you got all these Lord Finesse juniorsTrying to get hype and rip micsThey just imitators that can`t quite get my shit rightSo won`t y`all just face itThat y`all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a faceliftWanna battle, I`m all for itWhen it comes to this, I`ve been through more shit than a toiletNow we could get wild and search for peaceCause right now I`m chillin`, like the nigga home on work releaseAnd even on a lover tip I`ll still wax brothers quickWhen I do my thing I be on some old other shitNiggas I slaughter, just to bring orderAw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 2x)Now it`s the dictator whose style`s greaterIt`s the man with more flavors than motherfucking Now & LatersAnd rappers I hit `em wellThey automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give `em hellYeah, so don`t try to front, troopWhen your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuitHuh, I`m out to collect figuresI`m on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, niggaI don`t front like a man on a high horseBut yo, I make more noise than July 4thSo run, son, I ain`t the one, bum, who dial 911If you don`t, you`s a motherfucking dumb dumbI`m not a role model, I`m a bad figureWhen it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, niggaI got it locked like a wardenRap without Finesse, that`s like the NBA without JordanSo all you new jacks kicking wack raps it`s a fact thatI`ll be on your fucking back like a napsackIt ain`t shit you can tell meCause the ladies still jel me without an LP It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)It`s like that y`all, and I keep figuresIt`s the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street niggaLord Finesse got the swift rap andYou don`t need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict thatIn years to come I`m bound to shineGive me a mic and a minute, I`ll show niggas I get down for mineWord life, you know the hapsFucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attachedMan listen, I got plenty rhymesWhen it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mineWord, cause I slay ya fastWhether you`re the best MC with a mic, or you`re straight up trashMy lyrics excel, hopsFrom the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocksNo dought I got cloutI gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I`m out It`s like that, y`all, check it out now (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)