Lord Finesse - Check the Method LYRICS

Its like that, yall, check it out now

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)



Fuck that, you know whos bigger

Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas

Fuck those who spread rumors, I didnt retire

Even though you got all these lord finesse juniors

Trying to get hype and rip mics

They just imitators that cant quite get my shit right

So wont yall just face it

That yall sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift

Wanna battle, Im all for it

When it comes to this, Ive been through more shit than a toilet

Now we could get wild and search for peace

Cause right now Im chillin, like the nigga home on work release

And even on a lover tip Ill still wax brothers quick

When I do my thing I be on some old other shit

Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order

Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water



Its like that, yall, check it out now

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 2x)



Now its the dictator whose styles greater

Its the man with more flavors than motherfucking now & laters

And rappers I hit em well

They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give em hell

Yeah, so dont try to front, troop

When your style is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuit

Huh, Im out to collect figures

Im on some wu-tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga

I dont front like a man on a high horse

But yo, I make more noise than july 4th

So run, son, I aint the one, bum, who dial 911

If you dont, yous a motherfucking dumb dumb

Im not a role model, Im a bad figure

When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga

I got it locked like a warden

Rap without finesse, thats like the nba without jordan

So all you new jacks kicking wack raps its a fact that

Ill be on your fucking back like a napsack

It aint shit you can tell me

Cause the ladies still jel me without an lp



Its like that, yall, check it out now

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)



Its like that yall, and I keep figures

Its the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga

Lord finesse got the swift rap and

You dont need dionne warwick and them psychic friends to predict that

In years to come Im bound to shine

Give me a mic and a minute, Ill show niggas I get down for mine

Word life, you know the haps

Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached

Man listen, I got plenty rhymes

When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine

Word, cause I slay ya fast

Whether youre the best mc with a mic, or youre straight up trash

My lyrics excel, hops

From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks

No dought I got clout

I gotta give a shout (to who? ) to my brother show when Im out



Its like that, yall, check it out now

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)