Story Behind the Song
no story behind this one. you can check me or not.
Lyrics
check me on the canapy where cannons be
check me on the balchony wit alchemy
but anywhere you check me, respect me
cause anywhere that stepz be, collects heat
so you gotta be discreet wit ya moves
better lace tight ya feet in ya boots
aim and shoot like a game of hoops
its plain as proof dont need trainin shoes
my brain is glude to the tube like a rubix cube
choose and move before you loose ya view
fucked up, now u cant see the panarama
bust slugs, showed you how to handle hammas
let the beat, stretch out ya mentals
flamen heat, burn wax wit instrumentals
now my fundamentals, is one of central
lung and pistol, rolls off ya tongue as riddles
mix of clive barker, and peter parker,
the bible's authors, and deadly webs of horror
so follow me and check me where stepz be
no rights cause im liven life like a lefty
leaven ya head sawed off like a shotgon
there son you wanted a punchline you got one
check me on the mic take a pictura
check me in the night fAcen ninjas
but anywhere you check me, collects heat
cause anywhere that stepz be, connects trees
so we gotta walk surrounded in chalk
cant even talk words without cost
so act hard, and dont be a not a liar
like jacked cars, our paths are crossin wires
now im gettin the same feelin as being tossed in fires
cant write no more my eyes glossed and tired
its not the entire empire i desire
but to apply the fire to get higher
a lighter, a dub of nugs, and four dutches
thats 24 bucks for a buz u cant fuck wit
so sit back parle' and politic
like gettin dome after a hard day with alotta shit
thats all you need in the game of life
but all i need is to flame a mic
so follow me and check me where stepz be
no rights cause im liven life like a lefty
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