Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
The Pharcyde
Intérprete
Mwalk
Scratching
Bootie Brown
Voces
Fatlip
Voces
Slimkid3
Voces
Wu-Tang Clan
Artista sampleado
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Corey Woods
Autoría
Emandu Wilcox
Autoría
Derrick Stewart
Autoría
Clifford Smith
Autoría
Romye Robinson
Autoría
Russell Jones
Autoría
Jason Hunter
Autoría
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Autoría
Gary Grice
Autoría
Robert Diggs
Autoría
Dennis Coles
Autoría
T. Hardson
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Tim Latham
Ingeniería de grabación
Rick Clifford
Ingeniería de grabación
James Mansfield
Ingeniería de grabación
Bryan Davis
Ingeniería de grabación
Gary Wallis
Ingeniería de grabación
Anthony Walker
Ingeniería de grabación
Paul Arnold
Ingeniería de mezcla
Fatlip
Producción
Letra
[Intro]
Yeah, check it out, one-two
Check it out, check it out
One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
Yeah, check it out
[Instrumental]
Yes, I am
(My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation)
(My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation)
Are you ready?
Hah, yeah (Yes, I am)
[Verse 1]
The way that mama raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep, know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf and threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep, I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most, don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So diablo won't be hostin' the game of life
The knife sits by the throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the **** by the nuts, ear, tongue, and butts
Yeah, they're tryin' to fuck us up, but, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movements and move men soon
They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of they doom
Before they let a new soul bloom
Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Instrumental]
Early Saturday mornin', I was cartoon gazin'
Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of Raisin Bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his nation
By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened
Everything the same, the game continued into rappin'
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own (What? What?)
You know I keep on rappin' 'til the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own 'cause
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Verse 2]
I was poor (Poor), Black, broke, beyond a shadow of a doubt (Doubt)
Ass-out, wide open, waitin' for my shit to come on out
Speakin' about the time before I got signed
I was coolin' behind Coolio in the county line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool with foolish rules and guidelines?
Fuck the cap and tassels, said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my **** LA Jay back at SCU
I grabbed the mic one time, check it, one-two, we in
Freakin' major flavors for my fellow Nubians
Takin' shit to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Outro]
Yeah, I wanna give a shout out to my man Self Jupiter, you know what I'm sayin'?
Locked up and shit
Yeah, what's up, ****?
Yo, yo, yo, this is Imani, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's 1995 and everything is alright
I'ma say peace to my man Kalani and let him rest in peace, pieces (Yes, indeed, yes, indeed, yes, indeed)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like this (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes (Yes, indeed)
And it goes like this (Check it out)
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Romye Robinson, Russell Jones, Trevant Hardson

