Shaquille O'Neal - Mic Check lyrics

Al set it off! Hey yo, Ill you set it off! Hey yo, Shaq set it off! Hey yo Al, you set it off! Hey yo Shaq, you set it off! Hey yo, Ill, you set it off! Eh yo, Shaq set it off! Al, set it off: Well, it's the mister nasty that's beyond match Come around my way AK.A. Al Skratch Hey yo, gimme mic check... Nah hold up black, gimme that mic check 1-2 it's the Shaq Hey yo, who!? Shaquille! Ooh you know my style I'm a' rhyme my way with big Eh-oo-la-isle? Tall, schizophrenic- don't act dumb Hey yo gimme mic check 1-2 I wanna get some Big Ill, the bomb in the boondocks Reporter The border you flexin' in my section Manslaughter Pop in the tape, pump up the transistor Mister, mister bra**ly (?) A to the L Finger to the trigger to the shell As I open up the frequency Come on and creep with me I'll let you in on a secret, G When I grab the microphone yo kid, I don't joke Now cheer when I slam the jam the Shh was dope Mic check 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic check 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic check 1-2, 1-2, mic check It's the Ill-Al Skratch-Shaq about to get tracked Shaq it! I could freak it Shaqapello This big fellow Is that you're girlfriend? How you doin' hello A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes Y Call me Jimmy Snuka 'cause I'm super fly Now who's the man? Me No one's greater- Big Ill What's up Shaq? Take me out with the fader Knock 'em up, knock 'em up Here I come dummy Not even big Shaq can take a rebound from me I'm gummy (?), my debt is set and paid in full Comin' through like a writer or raging bull You're jugular protect your neck Because I'm strangling The gang, a man, will leave you hanging From a tree dangling One two here I go the natural When I start the flow I'm not the average Joe Shmoe Rhyme a' say rhyme a style I mock who's style? With the O-ee-o-ee-o-ee, o-ee-o-ee-ah Don't let me play you Not on this debut With the 7-foot S-H-A-Q Mic check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check It's the Ill-Al Skratch-Shaq about to get tracked Hey yo I got a bling ding Throw on the camouflage 'Cause I'm livin' too large I'm livin' too large Everybody know my face, now I'm down with Shaq With the uptown connect that's right you got my back Big Ill, I bounce like the ball in his hand Now can I pa** it back? Yes you can, yes you can-can Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Rhymes I bust Don't want to cuss I'm in a rush Plussss.. I'm on a warpath So get lost, break off Step off with you're stork bags (?) Mama said knock who out How that sound? Down with the brothers from Brooklyn uptown Connect! You better hit the deck And protect you're neck When I end the mic check, I catch rep Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check It's the Ill-Al Skratch-Shaq about to get tracked Tell me: who got my back? I got you're back Shaq I'm Big Ill, the mack Creepin' through the hood with the nap sack Pants sagging, hat cap to the rear Slacker and so bobblin' cause I got the beer You connect the funk known as mystique Funk dunkah, lunkah funkah My technique is at the finagle Fly high, big up in the sky I, why ask why? Pleasure principle No rump to bump hunt (?) Times my art from Donald Trump Inflate rhymes with my instra-pump Tic-tac-toe I rip that flow Like a real rap pro just to get that dough Al-Skratch Mac to my black groove As I bust the jack move My rap rules I'm that smooth Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check It's the Ill-Al Skratch-Shaq about to get tracked Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check Mic Check, 1-2, 1-2, mic check