Del The Funky Homosapien - Check It Ooout lyrics

rate me

When it's time for me to recline

I listen to rhymes and beats in the waves of the spine,

to the brain

relievin' pain & anguish

the stangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighta

the hip hop envia.

write arrive a little soona

check the soles on my Pumas

my attitude is miserable

cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like

I won't strike his ass in the face

I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones

a fool don't have to get his head flown

why waste time with rhymes?

I get straight to the point

like I HATE when funk's in the joint

the hip hop is playin'

sprintin' in to spray men

don't threaten me

or you won't be able to see

when I gouge ya eyes out

I despise doubt

on your part

like I won't stab you in your heart

my flow is drastic

serious, sarcastic

my motto is,

"Phuck with me & get your ass kicked."

And that's the key to understandin' me

and if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B

yeah...

[BRIDGE:]

"Check It ooooout!" (Repeat)

I love to peep a rhyme

first of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time

if he go off beat, and it's on purpose

he gotta come back on the beat

or the effort is worthless

I like ot hear a cool flow

but if it's identical to another, he a fool for it

ya gotta build,

upon skills

and all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed

I like a nigga who is quick witted

cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick splitted

and I admit it, it's a joy

when I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid

I loves niggas who talk shit

cause that's my department

I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit

cause I'm relentless

with a sentence

a jail sentence, after I beat you senseless

I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes

then I laugh at niggas who fell off and had rhymes

just some descriptions of what I like to listen to

with my Bruce Banner scanner point of view... ('Pe-urnnnn')

[BRIDGE]

Now I'm bout to clown a bitch

she made my eyebrows twitch

cause she's rich

yeah, real funny

she makes some money

for puttin' other niggas down

you nuthin' but a clown

you can't write

and you're not bright

you fail to notice the dopeness

cause you have no insight

you need to quit

you ain't shit

you need to get a lesson, in hip hop detection

and you're next in my list to jack

it's a fact not fiction

bitch, stop ya bitchin'

you write articles

I'ma rip apart ya skull

cause ya dull

not entertainin'

I'ma put ya brain in orbit

cause I'm morbid

thinkin' a new ways to kill ya

and yo,

I feel ya

ya too critical

and ain't got a bit a pull

just admit it fool

before we get rid of you

a rolling stone gathers no moss

and now who will pay the cost

and afterwards get lost

hit the dirt, before you get hurt

I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert

I bet you never get no dick

you make me so sick

so my pistol is loaded...

[BRIDGE]