Check the Method

It`s like that, y`all, check it out now<br> (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)<br><br>Fuck that, you know who`s bigger<br>Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas<br>Fuck those who spread rumors, I didn`t retire<br>Even though you got all these Lord Finesse juniors<br>Trying to get hype and rip mics<br>They just imitators that can`t quite get my shit right<br>So won`t y`all just face it<br>That y`all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift<br>Wanna battle, I`m all for it<br>When it comes to this, I`ve been through more shit than a toilet<br>Now we could get wild and search for peace<br>Cause right now I`m chillin`, like the nigga home on work release<br>And even on a lover tip I`ll still wax brothers quick<br>When I do my thing I be on some old other shit<br>Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order<br>Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water<br><br> It`s like that, y`all, check it out now<br> (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 2x)<br><br>Now it`s the dictator whose style`s greater<br>It`s the man with more flavors than motherfucking Now & Laters<br>And rappers I hit `em well<br>They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give `em hell<br>Yeah, so don`t try to front, troop<br>When your style is played out like an Osh-Kosh jumpsuit<br>Huh, I`m out to collect figures<br>I`m on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga<br>I don`t front like a man on a high horse<br>But yo, I make more noise than July 4th<br>So run, son, I ain`t the one, bum, who dial 911<br>If you don`t, you`s a motherfucking dumb dumb<br>I`m not a role model, I`m a bad figure<br>When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga<br>I got it locked like a warden<br>Rap without Finesse, that`s like the NBA without Jordan<br>So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it`s a fact that<br>I`ll be on your fucking back like a napsack<br>It ain`t shit you can tell me<br>Cause the ladies still jel me without an LP<br><br> It`s like that, y`all, check it out now<br> (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)<br><br>It`s like that y`all, and I keep figures<br>It`s the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga<br>Lord Finesse got the swift rap and<br>You don`t need Dionne Warwick and them psychic friends to predict that<br>In years to come I`m bound to shine<br>Give me a mic and a minute, I`ll show niggas I get down for mine<br>Word life, you know the haps<br>Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached<br>Man listen, I got plenty rhymes<br>When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine<br>Word, cause I slay ya fast<br>Whether you`re the best MC with a mic, or you`re straight up trash<br>My lyrics excel, hops<br>From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks<br>No dought I got clout<br>I gotta give a shout (To who?) To my brother Show when I`m out<br><br> It`s like that, y`all, check it out now<br> (Yeah yeah, now check the method) (Repeat 4x)