Solid Scheme - Check it Out lyrics

Aaah ha ha ha (Check this out!) Wooh! Check it out (Check this out) Aaaah yeah (Check this out) Ya just don't stop, kid ya just don't stop (Check this out) Yeah ya just don't stop, word up Aaah yeah! Chorus (x8): Check it out y'all (Check it check it out, y'all) Verse 1: Dray, Books Well check it out, it's the incredible, never edible, unforgettable Dweller from the cellar kickin terror cos I'm terrible See I be schoolin em, foolin em when I'm speakin it Deep in it cos y'all be peepin it, look how I'm freakin it I got'cha tinglin, jinglin and minglin What a way to go, the radio they got my single in They rockin this, ain't no toppin this when I'm droppin this Style that I compile cos yo I'm wild like a rhinoceros My sk** is illy, silly when I work it Quick to flip the lip or rip a n***a out the circuit So step wit it, can ya get wit it when I'm flexin it Takin out these crooks cos my n***a Books is next in it I'm ready on the set, check it, you're wonderin where the heck I've been Chillin stupid, cos it ain't no trooper who got wrecker than The boogie banger, it could be danger to battle us Cos we guys make n***as wanna revise their rap books What up kid? I can serve it rugged with the hip-hoppin Throw it, like the semen from my nuts up to my dick top What a bummer, it seems to be no MC can get dumber than Me one of the, two n***as from the Sewer, my sh** is milk without the magnesia Cos G, I be's the man from here to Indonesia Aah yeah, you heard me, slick, I'm just another dirty Dick Dastardly, casually I puffs the herb to get stoned like the sinner, so Chorus Verse 2: Dray, Books Here I come so, um, batten down the hatches (n***as), I snatches n***as' titles when I catches n***as in the dark, I spark at them like I was matches I trigger quicker, kick a verse with no distortion I suggest MC's proceed with some caution I tip, dip, grip and trip because there ain't no Way you're gonna live when I erupt like a volcano I'm acid, my crew is ma**ive, you're soft like jello I'm gettin props, dagnabbit, like Abbott & Costello When I flaunt this, n***as want this, style I be usin A switch it when I pitch it, cos b**h I bring confusion Comin to get'cha it's the dingbat, so n***a think back to the way I bring this Or brung that, I swung that, now look at the way I'm swingin this Just like my name was Joe DiMaggio And hell Dray! My 12 gauge spits shells like pistachios We can get it on and, word is born and, f** who you be G Your crew is easy just like Sunday mornin when I'm yawnin so It's no sense in you losin what you got kid Cos G I be doin the mic like Mr. Chi be doin the chopsticks Ya gets done, black, no matter where ya from, jack For fun, I'm nailin rappers like a thumb tack I'm sorta spliffed so I don't think n***as oughta riff Plus I'm the type you might not like to leave your daughter with Chorus (Check this out) [x9] Chorus to fade