* remake of Das EFX's "Mic Checka"
[Redman]
Riggidy-raow! Steppin out the crowd throwin bolos
Fliggidy-flame on! Twin chrome fo'-fo's
Loadin it up, co*king it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gill, God tried to build
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme a grip
That's more dollars in them thongs than them go-go chicks
b**h I'm drunk, pumpin slugs out of cannon
Shut ya after-party down when Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!
And when I hit the p**y call me Daddy Long Stroke
Oh Anna, I'm hittin pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana-split; HACH-TOO, SPIT! (OH sh*t!)
Sticking ya ripping ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a hundred and forty-one water guns
co*k d' like Rocky {got you scared to d**h}
So hold on you b**hes {cause here come} RED-METH!
[Hook]
Microphone-check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, micro-microphone checka!
f** with me and Meth and we break ya f**in neck-a (Remember this?)
Microphone-check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?)
Microphone-check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?)
Microphone-check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?)
Microphone-check, micro-microphone checka!
[Method Man]
Okay to hey hey baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday Nights are Special and they're pointed at your nose
Aiy-yo, save the speculations and the rumors
Comin sooner then you think I knock a fat b**h out her bloomers
Givin tumors, hardcore, givin it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I Jabb-er-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning tell the news like Peter Jennings
Depending, on any given day I'm representing
The struggle, my great grand who lived through the lynching
Oh yes y'all, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess y'all, Kool-Aid bustin thruough the wall
Mr. Meth y'all, AHH-CHU! Comment alllez vous?
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin with Badu
I represent - Wu, my uzi weighs a - ton
I'm swingin the track from Staten
Cause Staten's where I'm from
[Hook] - repeat to fade