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Check me out, check me out, what
Check me out, check me out, what
Check me out, check me out, what
Check me out, what
The smooth operator and cool commentator
The new songs I banger my tunes
Got the flavor that you ought to savor
I choose not to cater to fools, chumps, and haters
Who drop potatoes? I'm too hot to play with
I'm raising the room up, cave in the rooftop
Cranking a boombox, bass in a groove
Like I sang in a doo-wop, group what do I'm
Making 'em move while they're breaking and moonwalk
A case of the blues, cause they're faking the funk
And creating a hoopla, just hip-hop array for the moolah
You suck like a Roomba, to us this is true love
Nothing to do but chill with your crew
In the back of the school bus, bust a few rhymes
Then come up with some new ones
I stay in the gray, in the shade of the nuance
They're saying my name, like The Stranger's a rumor
The greatest to date, but debated and booed off
The stage like a ghoul does, cage in a gulag
Escape from L.A., like I'm snake on the loose
Off the radar, I'm too sharp, like razors my bootstomp
Creating a huge mark, like craters from nuke bombs
I'm straight to the root cause, I'm strains of DNA in a neutron
Don't lose concentration, I loom large
So pray to your new god and savior
Day to day, it's like I'm Flavor Flav with a doom clock
Contagion no flu shot, can tame this
You're fake as a boob job, but famous
They say that I'm too complicated for you, huh
Cause you wouldn't bump this, I ruin the fun
But I'm improving the function, the music is jumping
Some dude wants to butt in, I'm ready to buck
Turn it up up up up up up up
I told him step off, I'm doing the hump
Everybody get down
You better get out, you better get out
Turn it up up up up up up up
Cause I'm so smooth
Turn it up up up up up up up
Throw some rhythm at 'em
Everybody get down
You ask me how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em
I got a predisposition to speak with conviction
On a beat that I'm ripping and remix the rhythm
And preach with the wisdom of priests
Let the minister speak while my speech pattern switches
It's weaving like stitches in seamless transitions
Just a rap geek that is gifted with gab
I think of something different for a minute
Then I finish and I'm flipping it back
Like a relapse, but this isn't rehab
Repeat that transmission, all I'm getting is feedback
I'm weed whacking critics in deep grass
These midgets can't see past their limits
My vision's like a CPAP machine
I need rap to breathe, it's the reason I'm living
And wheezing and spitting, please believe that I'm winning
I don't need daps it's crickets for me
After kicking MC's asses into next week
That's for dissing the beast
And bringing the beef then, give them the business
And I'm hitting my peak whether written or free
And I sizzle like heat to the illest degree
It's like I'm grilling up meat
I'm like Magilla The Gorilla, I'm not willing to be bought
Chill with the beatbox, killing MC's off
Brilliant and deep thoughts, whistle be-bop
Kicking a rhyme in my Adidas, not Reebok
I freak off his leash and I'm mean, wanna see, dawg
I weave, bob and clean clocks, I leapfrog and leave off the scene,
I'm beyond the reach
Of these frauds that seem to be stars
Talk is cheap, y'all, so pop, lock and freeze
And rock with me, uh
Turn it up up up up up up up
I told him step off, I'm doing the hump
Everybody get down
You better get out, you better get out
Turn it up up up up up up up
Cause I'm so smooth
Turn it up up up up up up up
Throw some rhythm at 'em
Everybody get down
You ask me how I did 'em
I let the rhythm hit 'em