Check the rhyme
Check the rhyme
Everybody in the house go
Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap
Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap
Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap
Boom-da-bap, boom-da-bap
We go
Back in the days on the Boulevard of Linden (I love to hear)
We used to kick routines and the brothers would spit
And it was I, the Abstract (And he's a five-footer)
I kicked 'em ass, style so step off the five-footer
Ayo, Phife, you remember that routine? (Ayo, son, routine)
That we used to make spliffy like Mr. Clean (Mr. Clean)
Um, um, a-ten K (What?), um, a-six K (What?)
Don't get the message, Chi-Town, run the picture
You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all)
Say what? You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all)
You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all)
I think that Phife forgot his mic, he 'bout to let his shit rip
Now here's a funky introduction of a nigga named Dr. Em
Tell your mommies and your daddies, send a telegram
I'm like an Energizer 'cause, you see, I last long
My crew is F-I-F-O-X because we stand strong
Now if you say my shit was wack, that's where you're dead wrong
I slayed that body, now so y'all know that my shit'll all bang
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
I'm just a Chi-Town prince 'cause after
All my pals, you see (Pals, you see)
My middle finger goes for all you punk MCs
'Cause I love it when you wack MCs despise me
Niggas vex, I won't rest 'cause none can test me, oh
Phife, you fly with the Atlanta Braves (Atlanta Braves)
Don't pay me no 'm trainee 'cause I misbehave (Misbehave)
I'm direct, for the fact I have all my hoes in check
And before he step, that ass that kid must be a wreck (Pow)
You see, my aura's positive, I don't promote no junk
See, I'm far from a pussy, 'cause I ain't no punk
Extravagant, original, that's what you heard
Clean out your fuckin' ears, check the word
Check the rhyme, y'all
Check the rhyme, y'all
Check the rhyme, y'all
Check the rhyme, y'all
Check the rhyme, y'all
Check the rhyme, y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check the rhyme, y'all
Check the rhyme, y'all (Yeah)
Check the rhyme, y'all (You know we play b-ball)
Check the rhyme, y'all (What?)
Check the rhyme, y'all (What?)
Check it out, check it out
On the Boulevard of Linden, we used to kick routines (Uh)
And the brothers would spit (Yo, it's
I), Diggy (And he's the Abstract)
My shit was all about protect the brothers' brothers' ass
Ayo, son, do you recall when we used to rock? (What?)
Throw slammin' routines like one of these windy blocks
Um, let me see (What?)
Damn, I can't remember, I received a message
(All of y'all) Play the tape, y'all
You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all)
You on point, y'all? (One time, y'all)
You on point, y'all? (What?) (One time, y'all)
Ayo, honey up top, you lookin' good tonight
Okay, I got a tip to keep this shit (Show me the light, yeah)
Like a stony legs, I move just like (Lou Brock)
With speed (Speed), agile (Plus I work it wild)
One hundred percent intelligent (Black child)
Optic presentation (And what?), sizzles up the rhythm
How far must you go to gain respect? (Duh)
Well, it's kinda simple, just remain your own
Or you'll be crazy, sad, and alone, check it
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty
Wreckin' company people are (Shit)
So kids (Watch your back) because I know they smoke crack
I don't doubt it, look at how they act (Here we go)
Put off the better shit like a (Hip-hop forum)
If you passin' me the mic, I'll (Score with decorum)
And proper (Proper), what you say, Phife Dawg? (Fuck that)
Rap is not pop if you call it that, just stop that
Yo, where we at? (Illinois in the house, Chicago)
Yo, where we at? (Chi-Town in the house, Chicago)
Yo, where we at? (Chi-Town in the house, Chicago)
Yo, where we at? (Harry Caray in the house)
Here we go, y'all
Check the rhyme, y'all (Ah)
Here we go, y'all (Ah)
Check the rhyme, y'all (Ah)
Here we go, y'all (Ah)
Check the rhyme, y'all (Ah)
Check it out (Ah)
Check it out
In Chi-Town
Check the rhyme, y'all (What?)
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