Pro Era Records - Big Dusty lyrics

[Produced by Kirk Knight] [Intro] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out (Check it out y'all, check, check, check, check it out y'all) Check my style, check, check, check it out [Verse 1] f** jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot Soak me up like a mop, know I'm up, know there's levels Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo Pulling strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow I came out of the tomb, don't drop a L, uh You don't want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell To excel, this sh** never fails, always excels They been swallowing sons before the double XL Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out I guess I exercise too much, when I work out Shows too turnt out, return home burnt out Now I got to hear all the sh**, that you heard 'bout Can I live? What, these n***as want me off a bridge? If I say it's turnt down, do I burn that sh**? Truth is, if it ain't real, I don't feel it If it don't hit my spirit, I don't get near it And that's point blank period, know some n***as that fear it Same n***as who know that we the illest Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up Hit the flow and it can't go realer, my whole camp gorillas, n***a [Hook] (Check, check, check it out) Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jack my style Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jack my style Jack, jack, jack it out (Check my style) [Verse 2] I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro's, realest illest n***as I know See these foes biting the flows, they even jooks the pose I guess my CD really shaking the coast Cause this really be the year that I feast, capisce? Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece Know n***as in the streets that heat seek for me Release and squeeze Might put a Halloween between your spleen Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green Know what I mean? This sh** is like taking candy from the babies Under these rappers is just a bunch of Now and Laters They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes Can't be second greatest, I'm the best and def your favorite My flow in-depth n***a, I got my wave up It's either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor Cause if I can't eat, then you can't either I need to know, need the pizza dough, f** I'm spitting ether for? [Bridge] Yeah n***a Reigning rap supreme in this b**h Cause b**hes lie n***as lie numbers, too Cause b**hes lie n***as lie numbers, too b**hes lie n***as lie numbers, too b**hes lie n***as lie numbers, too What the f** you gon' do when the Era come for you? [Hook] Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jock my style Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Check my style, check, check, check it out Don't jock my style [Verse 3] And I'm from the blocks where they sell Cell blocks rock my mental See them fake thugs that you see before can't even spell My flow spill with words you can't pronounce, stories you can't tell [Outro] Check my style Check, check, check it out Check, check it out [Radio Interview] Welcome back y'all, you're listening to WPRO Brooklyn. That was "Big Dusty", the new single from Joey Bada$$ and I am turning on the A/C 'cause that joint is hot. Joey is here in the studio with us right now. Say "Hi" Joey and tell the people where you from. Yeah, is this mic on? Oh yeah, like, you know, I'm from, I come from Brooklyn, New York. You know, I was born and raised but ah, my my parents from the Caribbean. You know, my ma's from St. Lucia and my pa's from Jamaica. So, you know I play pretty close to my roots