Lord Finesse - Check The Method Lyrics
Its like that, yall, check it out now(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)***** that, you know whos biggerEven though nowadays you got all these mother*****ing new niggas***** those who spread rumors, I didnt retireEven though you got all these lord finesse juniorsTrying to get hype and rip micsThey just imitators that cant quite get my shit rightSo wont yall just face itThat yall sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a faceliftWanna battle, Im all for itWhen it comes to this, Ive been through more shit than a toiletNow we could get wild and search for peaceCause right now Im chillin, like the nigga home on work releaseAnd even on a lover tip Ill still wax brothers quickWhen I do my thing I be on some old other shitNiggas I slaughter, just to bring orderAw ***** it, my shit be flowing like spring waterIts like that, yall, check it out now(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 2x)Now its the dictator whose styles greaterIts the man with more flavors than mother*****ing now & latersAnd rappers I hit em wellThey automatically go to heaven *****ing with me, I give em hellYeah, so dont try to front, troopWhen your style is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuitHuh, Im out to collect figuresIm on some wu-tang shit, so protect your *****ing neck, niggaI dont front like a man on a high horseBut yo, I make more noise than july 4thSo run, son, I aint the one, bum, who dial 911If you dont, yous a mother*****ing dumb dumbIm not a role model, Im a bad figureWhen it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, niggaI got it locked like a wardenRap without finesse, thats like the nba without jordanSo all you new jacks kicking wack raps its a fact thatIll be on your *****ing back like a napsackIt aint shit you can tell meCause the ladies still jel me without an lpIts like that, yall, check it out now(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)Its like that yall, and I keep figuresIts the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street niggaLord finesse got the swift rap andYou dont need dionne warwick and them psychic friends to predict thatIn years to come Im bound to shineGive me a mic and a minute, Ill show niggas I get down for mineWord life, you know the haps*****ing with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attachedMan listen, I got plenty rhymesWhen it comes to props, mother*****s just oughta gimme mineWord, cause I slay ya fastWhether youre the best mc with a mic, or youre straight up trashMy lyrics excel, hopsFrom the ghetto street upstate to mother*****ing cell blocksNo dought I got cloutI gotta give a shout (to who? ) to my brother show when Im outIts like that, yall, check it out now(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)
