* 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]
