| * not 100% sure this is the mc's name | |
| [chorus] | |
| We got them, sledge, (?) ruff heads (check the flow) | |
| King tee's on the set (check the flow) | |
| When niggaz try to get high-tech (check the flow) | |
| The dialect's on the flex | |
| [sledge] | |
| Watch this, when i shine i bring rain | |
| Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain't the norm | |
| When i perform, i get you up out your seat | |
| Get down with the real deal skills, then chill | |
| Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp | |
| Stretch, flex, then tackle what's next | |
| Cause mc's, that luck up, need to hush up | |
| Who can't brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up | |
| Then duck from the one that gets buck-wild | |
| I chop your ass in half, with a smile | |
| Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef | |
| Fuckin with me ock, you're six feet deep | |
| Down in the ground, alone with no sound | |
| While i'm up here chillin, top billin | |
| And illin, on all those, who oppose | |
| I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh! | |
| [chorus] | |
| [king tee] | |
| Smash, here comes the one that talks trash | |
| To garbage mc's, who try to diss me | |
| And my crew - the ill ville animal cannibal | |
| Backbreakers, government amputators | |
| Bounce to this if you think you know the hits | |
| And all you gassed-up critics, put the brakes on the shit | |
| Cause i'm tired of this, and i'm tired of that | |
| Motherfuckers sayin king tee's shit was wack | |
| But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks | |
| By the truckload, now let's go for the gold | |
| So strap on your seatbelt yo and let's go | |
| And get down, to the sound that burns quick | |
| Cause i'm about to burn rubber, on this number | |
| And any mc who claims his style is legit | |
| Suckers wanna try me? (i know not why tee) | |
| I light that ass up like the 4th of july g, uhh! | |
| [chorus] | |
| [t] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| [s] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| [t] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| [s] check the flow, check the flow, check the flow | |
| [sledge] | |
| Capital s-l, crooked letter humpback fuck that | |
| Thump that, shit that's never wack | |
| Cause this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin | |
| To hear the shit i'm bustin over ruptured percussion | |
| It ain't my fault that i'm layin niggaz down like asphault | |
| And blow your ass away like chalk, dust | |
| Then crush your monkey-ass unto the side | |
| Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide | |
| [king tee] | |
| I stress facts like irs wants tax | |
| From anyone claimin that they're livin, kind of fat | |
| You see, i could get sick in the thick of shit | |
| I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe's butt | |
| Hey nigga back-steps, even you can get hit | |
| I'm more crankier than a bitch on the shit! | |
| Niggaz get heated cause they just got defeated | |
| By the two man team, the sledge and the king, uhh! | |
| [chorus] |
| not 100 sure this is the mc' s name | |
| chorus | |
| We got them, sledge, ? ruff heads check the flow | |
| King tee' s on the set check the flow | |
| When niggaz try to get hightech check the flow | |
| The dialect' s on the flex | |
| sledge | |
| Watch this, when i shine i bring rain | |
| Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain' t the norm | |
| When i perform, i get you up out your seat | |
| Get down with the real deal skills, then chill | |
| Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp | |
| Stretch, flex, then tackle what' s next | |
| Cause mc' s, that luck up, need to hush up | |
| Who can' t brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up | |
| Then duck from the one that gets buckwild | |
| I chop your ass in half, with a smile | |
| Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef | |
| Fuckin with me ock, you' re six feet deep | |
| Down in the ground, alone with no sound | |
| While i' m up here chillin, top billin | |
| And illin, on all those, who oppose | |
| I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh! | |
| chorus | |
| king tee | |
| Smash, here comes the one that talks trash | |
| To garbage mc' s, who try to diss me | |
| And my crew the ill ville animal cannibal | |
| Backbreakers, government amputators | |
| Bounce to this if you think you know the hits | |
| And all you gassedup critics, put the brakes on the shit | |
| Cause i' m tired of this, and i' m tired of that | |
| Motherfuckers sayin king tee' s shit was wack | |
| But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks | |
| By the truckload, now let' s go for the gold | |
| So strap on your seatbelt yo and let' s go | |
| And get down, to the sound that burns quick | |
| Cause i' m about to burn rubber, on this number | |
| And any mc who claims his style is legit | |
| Suckers wanna try me? i know not why tee | |
| I light that ass up like the 4th of july g, uhh! | |
| chorus | |
| t check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| s check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| t check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| s check the flow, check the flow, check the flow | |
| sledge | |
| Capital sl, crooked letter humpback fuck that | |
| Thump that, shit that' s never wack | |
| Cause this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin | |
| To hear the shit i' m bustin over ruptured percussion | |
| It ain' t my fault that i' m layin niggaz down like asphault | |
| And blow your ass away like chalk, dust | |
| Then crush your monkeyass unto the side | |
| Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide | |
| king tee | |
| I stress facts like irs wants tax | |
| From anyone claimin that they' re livin, kind of fat | |
| You see, i could get sick in the thick of shit | |
| I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe' s butt | |
| Hey nigga backsteps, even you can get hit | |
| I' m more crankier than a bitch on the shit! | |
| Niggaz get heated cause they just got defeated | |
| By the two man team, the sledge and the king, uhh! | |
| chorus |
| not 100 sure this is the mc' s name | |
| chorus | |
| We got them, sledge, ? ruff heads check the flow | |
| King tee' s on the set check the flow | |
| When niggaz try to get hightech check the flow | |
| The dialect' s on the flex | |
| sledge | |
| Watch this, when i shine i bring rain | |
| Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain' t the norm | |
| When i perform, i get you up out your seat | |
| Get down with the real deal skills, then chill | |
| Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp | |
| Stretch, flex, then tackle what' s next | |
| Cause mc' s, that luck up, need to hush up | |
| Who can' t brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up | |
| Then duck from the one that gets buckwild | |
| I chop your ass in half, with a smile | |
| Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef | |
| Fuckin with me ock, you' re six feet deep | |
| Down in the ground, alone with no sound | |
| While i' m up here chillin, top billin | |
| And illin, on all those, who oppose | |
| I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh! | |
| chorus | |
| king tee | |
| Smash, here comes the one that talks trash | |
| To garbage mc' s, who try to diss me | |
| And my crew the ill ville animal cannibal | |
| Backbreakers, government amputators | |
| Bounce to this if you think you know the hits | |
| And all you gassedup critics, put the brakes on the shit | |
| Cause i' m tired of this, and i' m tired of that | |
| Motherfuckers sayin king tee' s shit was wack | |
| But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks | |
| By the truckload, now let' s go for the gold | |
| So strap on your seatbelt yo and let' s go | |
| And get down, to the sound that burns quick | |
| Cause i' m about to burn rubber, on this number | |
| And any mc who claims his style is legit | |
| Suckers wanna try me? i know not why tee | |
| I light that ass up like the 4th of july g, uhh! | |
| chorus | |
| t check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| s check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| t check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo | |
| s check the flow, check the flow, check the flow | |
| sledge | |
| Capital sl, crooked letter humpback fuck that | |
| Thump that, shit that' s never wack | |
| Cause this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin | |
| To hear the shit i' m bustin over ruptured percussion | |
| It ain' t my fault that i' m layin niggaz down like asphault | |
| And blow your ass away like chalk, dust | |
| Then crush your monkeyass unto the side | |
| Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide | |
| king tee | |
| I stress facts like irs wants tax | |
| From anyone claimin that they' re livin, kind of fat | |
| You see, i could get sick in the thick of shit | |
| I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe' s butt | |
| Hey nigga backsteps, even you can get hit | |
| I' m more crankier than a bitch on the shit! | |
| Niggaz get heated cause they just got defeated | |
| By the two man team, the sledge and the king, uhh! | |
| chorus |
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