Prov P (Andy Price) - Check It Out lyrics

[Verse 1] From the door, let's do the knowledge, look, listen, learn, and observe Respect it more 'cause I'm solid, good vision, without a blur I see things beyond this plateau, where the gra** grow Where gats blow, and kids they turn crack to doe Blast facts actual, supreme mathematical Get cash, mastered flow, scenes is so graphical I show 'em a motion picture, this kids flows is slicker 'Till my credits roll, they say I'm too cold, I'm something sicker Wisdom is visual, far, beyond this physical My mind is mystical, God, divine spiritual These times is critical, my rhymes, show 'em the way Spit more graphic sh**, like Four-Fifths, and blow 'em away 'Cause it's so sick, no tricks, time to build like this Stay focused, it's ferocious, rhyme sk**s like this Ain't many left, too many deaf, dumb, blind, been locked in they minds Need binoculars to open they eyes, so they can [Hook] [Verse 2] Whole hood is dumbed out, in love wit' they guns out Every rapper is thugged out, but numb, when it bust out No slugs, when it runs out, what they'll be rapping about Not clapping 'em out, it's a wrap, no more blasting 'em out They ask what my math's about, get the cash and bounce But I leave 'em something wit' substance, in a ma** amount And I feed it to 'em easily, like a-b-c They got learning disabilities, like ADHD Hit 'em wit' Ritilin, they more simple than simpletons I spit it wit' venom in, every sentence and synonym My visual lens, telescopic, see the stellar cosmic The tip of my pen, never novice, I'm a stellar prophet Who looks throughout the ages and times, of great sages and minds Modernized through my pages of rhymes My designs, 'ill bless 'em out, give 'em the light they missing So they can check it out, I spit it wit' night vision, it's the God [Hook] [Verse 3] From the seven wonders of Egypt, they seek and try to peep it Look to the master builders, want all the answers to secrets Study it thoroughly, would love to uncover me Know the source of my currency, but you know how the Sun 'ill be Beyond a money degree, these kids is funny to me Throughout every borough they be, big upping me lovely So soon as the thoughts hit, I'm on that smooth talk sh** Quick to busta bus a rhyme, on some New York sh** It's that smooth talk kid, back from a long bid On tracks wit' them strong kicks, as long as kids long for this More songs form from this, I'm a raw formualist Go to war in tournaments, and spawn storms wit' this And 'cause wars wit' this, spit, epidemic gets spreaded Famine hit's the remaining population, better check it I give 'em a lighter dose, but G-O-D without a doubt So look through my microscope, and really see what I'm about, it's the God [Hook]