Lyrics:
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
truth
It's gonna make me sound so superior to us all
I'm looking forward to it
I woke up this morning and God said, "Check the Bible"
I don't know if
Check this out,check this out,
RAP
This guy's a choke artist
Ya catch a bad one
Your better off shootin yourself
With Papa Doc's handgun
Climbin up
(My love will never, never die)
But I had to find out on my own.
(Check yourself, check yourself)
[Paul:]
Aww, that's what they told me. (Check
Yo, is the mic on?
Check, check, check
Aight, let's go
Let's go, c'mon
Yo posse check, 1, 2, woah
Check dutty
W woah this is Tony Mentally Ill
Tony Matterhorn and me
A tell you say, see Sean Paul
The brand new youth inna
Check the sound
Check it down
Check it through the underground
Check the place
Check the space
Check the track all in your face
Check the spot
But names will never hurt me
Check my machine
Check my machine
Check my machine
Come on, check my machine
Check my machine
Check my machine
But names will never hurt me
Check my machine
Check my machine
Check my machine
Come on, check my machine
Check my machine
Check my machine
an artist, nah (check, check, check, check)
I don't wanna be the centre of attention but I guess I do this shit for lil' Harley, nah (check, check, check
Which, for some reason, made me think of a live show I'd seen
Jim Morrison at the Hollywood Bowl, 1968, check date
The blue trellis lights gave him
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Yeah
Reporting live
This is another overtime
Yeah
Swag check (Check)
Flow check (Check)
Bars check (Check)
Beats check (Check)
Respect check check
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
I mean, wassup?
Yeah, okay
Some things in mind, it's not obvious (ooh, uh)
Faces in pocket like a artist (ooh)
Waitin' and payin' no bills
coming for sure
Them bad bitches be flocking soon as we come in the door
Young Philly nigga fuck a check up on your main ho
Busting down the Rollie
artist
Never gonna see that
I keep my bad habit's away from
Where I'm gonna eat at
Before I sit up for a bitch
I'll lose one knee cap
I paid a visit
[Malik B]
Check it out, one two
M-illi-tant
I be the, alias Malik be
Internationale rationale
All the people up 68th Ave.
and across Broad
made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Nigga enough
Leave you baffled and, gaffled
[Chorus]
Shout out to my set
Shout out to my set
Shout out my connect
Shout out my connect
Shout out to my check
Shout out to my check
Shout out to my set
Shout out to my set
Shout out my connect
Shout out my connect
Shout out to my check
Shout out to my check
Shout out my
repossessed
Can't feed the clique cutting bad checks
Time to learn boy, that cash rules
Success is a precious jewel
Planting poison in a nigga mind
Chilling
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