Check the Method lyrics

by

Lord Finesse


[Hook x4]
It's like that, y'all, check it out now
Yeah yeah, now check the method

[Verse 1]
f*ck that, you know who's bigger
Even though nowadays you got all these motherf*cking new n*ggas
f*ck those who spread rumors, I didn't retire
Even though you got all these Lord Finesse juniors
Trying to get hype and rip mics
They just imitators that can't quite get my sh*t right
So won't y'all just face it
That y'all sweat me so much I gotta give my di*k a facelift
Wanna battle, I'm all for it
When it comes to this, I've been through more sh*t than a toilet
Now we could get wild and search for peace
Cause right now I'm chillin', like the n*gga home on work release
And even on a lover tip I'll still wax brothers quick
When I do my thing I be on some old other sh*t
n*ggas I slaughter, just to bring order
Aw f*ck it, my sh*t be flowing like spring water

[Hook x2]

Now it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man with more flavors than motherf*cking Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to heaven f*cking with me, I give 'em hell
Yeah, so don't try to front, troop
When your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuit
Huh, I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu-Tang sh*t, so protect your f*cking neck, n*gga
I don't front like a man on a high horse
But yo, I make more noise than July 4th
So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who dial 911
If you don't, you's a motherf*cking dumb dumb
I'm not a role model, I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, n*gga
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without Finesse, that's like the NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it's a fact that
I'll be on your f*cking back like a napsack
It ain't sh*t you can tell me
Cause the ladies still jel me without a motherf*cking LP
[Hook x4]

It's like that y'all, and I keep figures
It's the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street n*gga
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*ggas I get down for mine
Word life, you know the haps
f*cking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached
Man listen, I got plenty rhymes
When it comes to props, motherf*cks 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 street upstate to motherf*cking cell blocks
No dought I got clout
I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I'm out

[Hook x4]
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