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2009-07-22

Check 1, 2

EPMD, Def Jam blazin' Check it, uhh, huh, yo It's E-Dub on the microphone My style be Elektra, I'm the male Syl Rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome On safety, spike the mic in the end zone This here ain't the average shit, you used to front And automatic rounds will shoot you So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said "Duke, you soft, why you wanna f**k with the boss?" Where should I start? Breakin MCs or shatterin' charts? It's Diablo, PMD, Mic Doc with the purple heart The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er, split 'er Front and back and if she wit it, straight in the shitter So Heidi, Heidi, Heidi, hydro, pack gats and ammo [Unverified] With more cheese than Lambeau, more heat than Rambo Break down, dismantle, when I scramble I just get down and I go for mines Say check 1, 2 and run down the line Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines Don't get too close because you might get shot I just get down and I go for mines Say check 1, 2 and run down the line Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines Don't get too close because you might get shot Uhh, yo, hey and yo! EPMD f**kin' with us is bad news Me and you got different views What you might say is dope, I say's not What I might call wack, you'll call hot The best thing for you is to think and hope Or get choked and hung with the velvet rope 'Cause you too theatrical, mess around And end up smackin' you, jackin' you, attackin' you That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash Double beaucoup, just rippin' up mics is what my crew do Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, f**k the shoot through Roadblocks and smear campaigns with the two-two Or tech nine that'll chew through your waistline I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on ba*sline Run with the unseen potential to be on Dateline I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy while I pace mine Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets? We've been doin' this shit since [unverified] I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer And ice grill him and make you wanna kill him dead And walk around leakin' in the bed for the weekend For playin' with the last Mohican [Unverified], that's f**k you in Puerto Rican Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin' Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious The true legend got caught, shit, you better call Kevin Big like Dog 40 and the Dutch from the 7-11 I'm danger like Norris, the Texas ranger The mic strangler, PMD, the f**kin' head banger Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel I just get down and I go for mines Say check 1, 2 and run down the line Inclined to shine with techs and forty-four mags and nines Don't get too close because you might get shot