King Tee Check the Flow Lyrics

IV Life Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 You Can't See Me
  • 2 Super Nigga
  • 3 Duck
  • 4 Dippin'
  • 5 3 Strikes Ya' Out
  • 6 Down Ass Loc
  • 7 Free Style Ghetto
  • 8 Way Out There
  • 9 Let's Get It On
  • 10 Check the Flow
  • 11 Advertisement
  • 12 Dippin' (remix)
  • * 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] Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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