* 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