Check The Rhime

Q: Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines and presence was fittin`. It was I the abstract P: And me the five footer. I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter. Q: Yo, Phife, you remember that routine that we used to make spiffy like mister clean? P: Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen. I don~t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon. Q: You on point Phife? P: All the time, tip. Q: You on point Phife? P: All the time, tip. Q: You on point Phife? P: All the time, tip. Q: Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip. P: Now here`s a funky introduction of how nice I am. Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram. I`m like an energizer `cause, you see, I last long. My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong. Now if you say my style is wack that`s where you`re dead wrong. I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along. You`d be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man `cause you know and I know that you know who I am. A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see. And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC`s. `Cause I love it when you wack MC`s despise me. They get vexed, I roll next, can~t none contest me. I`m just a fly MC who`s five foot three and very brave. On job remaining, no I`m chaining cause I misbehave. I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check. And before I get the butt the jim must be erect. You see, my aura~s positive I don`t promote no junk. See, I`m far from a bully and I ain`t a punk. Extremity in rhythm, yeah that`s what you heard. So just clean out your ears and just check the word. Q: Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check it out. Check it out. Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Play tapes y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check the rhyme y`all. Check it out. Check it out. P: Back in days on the boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines and the presence was fittin` It was I the Phifer, Q: And me, the abstract. The rhymes were so rumpin` that the brothers rode the `zack. P: Yo, tip you recall when we used to rock Those fly routines on your cousin~s block. Q: Um, let me see, damn I can`t remember. I receive the message and you will play the sender. P: You on point Tip? Q: All the time Phife. P: You on point Tip? Q: Yeah, all the time Phife. P: You on point Tip? Q: Yo, all the time Phife. P: So play the resurrector and give the dead some life. Q: Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock. Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Lou Brock, With speed. I`m agile plus I`m worth your while. One hundred percent intelligent black child. My optic presentation sizzles the retina. How far must I go to gain respect? Um. Well, it`s kind of simple, just remain your own Or you`ll be crazy sad and alone. Industry rule number four thousand and eighty, record company people are shady. So kids watch your back `cause I think they smoke crack, I don`t doubt it. Look at how they act. Off to better things like a hip-hop forum. Pass me the rock and I`ll storm with the crew and ... Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper. Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop. NC, y`all check the rhyme y`all. SC, y`all check it out y`all. Virginia, check the rhyme y`all. Check it out. Out. In London, check the rhyme, y`all.