Check the Rhime

Check the rhyme

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden

We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin'

It was I, the Abstract

And me the Five Footer

I kicks the mad style, so step off the frankfurter

Yo, Phife, you remember that routine

That we used to make spiffy like Mister Clean?

Um-um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen

I don't get the message, so you gots to run the pigeon

Okay, you on point, Phife?

All the time, Tip

You on point, Phife?

All the time, Tip

You on point, Phife?

All the time, Tip

Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip

Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am

Tell you mother, tell your father, send a telegram

I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long

My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong

Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong

I slayed that body in El Segundo then Push It Along

You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man

'Cause you know and I know that you know who I am

A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see

And a middle finger goes for all your punk MCs

'Cause I love it when you wack MCs despise me

They get vexed, I roll next, can't none contest me

I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave

On top remaining, no home training 'cause I misbehave

I come correct in full effect, have all my hoes in check

And before I get the butt, the jim must be erect

You see, my aura's positive, I don't promote no junk

See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk

Extremity in rhythm, yeah, that's what you heard

So, just clean out your ears and just check the word

Check the rhyme, y'all

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Check it out

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Play tapes, y'all

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Check it out

Check it out

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden

We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting

It was I, the Phifer

And me, the Abstract

The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack

Ayo, Tip, do you recall when we used to rock (What?)

Those fly routines on your cousin's block?

Um, let me see, damn, I can't remember

I receive the message and you will play the sender

You on point, Tip?

All the time, Phife

You on point, Tip?

Yeah, all the time, Phife

You on point, Tip?

Yeah, all the time, Phife

So play the resurrector and give the dead some life

Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock

Got the scrawny legs, but I move just like Lou Brock

With speed, I'm agile, plus I'm worth your while

One hundred percent intelligent Black child

My optic presentation sizzles the retina

How far must I go to gain respect? Um

Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own

Or you'll be crazy sad and alone

Industry rule number four thousand and eighty

Record company people are shady

So, kids, watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack

I don't doubt it, look at how they act

We're off to better things like a hip-hop forum

Pass me the rock and I'll score 'em with decorum

And proper, what you say, Hammer? Proper

Rap is not pop, if you call it that, then stop

NC, y'all, check the rhyme, y'all

SC, y'all, check it out, y'all

Virginia, check the rhyme, y'all

Check it out, check it out

In London, check the rhyme, y'all