Lord Finesse - Check The Method (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] It's like that y'all check it out now (Yeah Yeah, now check the method) x4 [Verse 1: Mwenya] I'm a beast, an animal; Feast on MC's like a cannibal It's not my fault that they walk into my mandibles Flow intangible, untouchable; God Particles I'm not a God MC but I'm definitely spiritual I'm indubitable, sick but not curable Dr. Dre f**ed up with my pharmaceuticals I miss the doobies dude, life was beautiful Back when my hair kept it shaggy like Scooby Doo And who are you to judge the life I live? I see my future like it's tatted on my inner eyelids I'm not violent but I k** with silence That's kindness, I give an inch and they take a mileage I bust a rhyme like a leader of the new school And I'm on point like A-T-C-Q tip, top shape b**h I bring the ba** like a f**ing earthquake, Wayne [Hook] [Verse 2: Mwenya] So now it's verse 2, you know I'm finna spit like perfume Shhht Shhht, if you want you could learn too I got that verbal that emotionally burn you Make a grown man write it down in his journal (It was a nightmare) And I won't stop I never started from the bottom like some flip flops They say Hip Hop is dead, well I'm a f**ing Zombie Keep it cla**y like I'm wearing Fitch & Abercombie And I'm connected like Wi-Fi, even though I'm old school like tie-dye I'm still fly like Sci-Fi, and Imma stay at your neck like a tight tie It's simple, people pop champagne I pop pimples I'm eighteen with a great dream and a sick instrumental And I feel myself like blind men Cause I'm breaking boundaries, like that hymen So what more can I say? I k** sh** like an a**a**in, I should get paid And I'm only a signing away So Lord Finesse please just take it away [Hook] [Verse 3: Lord Finesse] It's like that y'all, and I keep figures It's the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street n***a Lord Finesse got the swift rap And you don't need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict that In years to come I'm bound to shine Give me a mic and a minute, I'll show n***as I get down for mine Word life, you know the haps f**ing with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached Man listen, I got plenty rhymes When it comes to props, motherf**ers just oughta gimme mine Word, cause I slay ya fast Whether you're the best MC with a mic, or you're straight up trash My lyrics excel, hops From the ghetto streets upstate to motherf**ing cell blocks No doubt I got clout (Word) I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I'm out [Hook]