Party Arty - Check it Out lyrics

[Hook: Party Arty] Check it out this is how it's going down From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x) Time to hit ya, let the melody split ya dome Poems I'm deadly, Holmes better get the picture See these vibes are visible Fiends seen it in the mental, chicks get it in the physical We had to lounge now I'm furious Fake hip-hoppers can they do it in '95, I'm curious Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches Don't compare me when you hear me I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly Dre's a giant no question, but what I question Is how now this is your profession I'm charged off the lye How we do? (Spray 'em) Bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high Take your loot like Vegas and produce pages And styles go for miles, like Davis My potential, with Show's instrumental Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you In the mental, who's that abusing rap? Hip Hop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black And these tracks are incredible S-H-O to the W, true for our revenue That's how we feel in the BX, mics are what I bless Time to get down with the boogie [Hook x2] I got a mind like Minolta Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta I want cheese like ziti You'll get left like Riunite (on ice) for trying to be me I jam, s**er, like The Garden or The Rucker Over tracks (Your girl caught the claps) then I stuck her No front, all I want is to be happy Probably like Mary, but if you dare me, then we'll get scrappy Don't lift weights, let the hand speed dictate The Giant is great from back then til this date I take the cake and I bounce with the whole weight A weapon, stepping straight from Section 8 And if you sleep then you might not wake If you fake the moves, then your tools I'm a take I want to see you stop me to those that knock me Amazing with blazing talents like Rodney Strick with the voodoo, peace to Chaka Zulu In the clutch, I can't be touched, they must be noodles Too many sk**s for you to try to doubt Put your money where your mouth, I'm a make you wear your mouth I've had it, time to get bruised and battered I'm like Erving or Shaq, cause I'm great with that black magic It's nothing when my man's on production I reign (you catch a blow to your brain) concussion Rap savior, the more the major Bring 'em all on, and they'll get sh**ted on with flavor Reality is what it's all about So when you hear the vibes of Show & A, then check it out [Hook x2]