Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87. Lyrics
CHECK 1-2 Lyrics by Mattic Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady
(2nd Verse) I never seen nobody like you Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose Two's for most men set with rules. The do's and don't Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop I'm i arrested? Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell is the mission failed? Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail. So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell. She loving my clientele Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who sound like ah punk I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime say what? She more then a dime Say what? She more then a dime
(Chorus) Check one two And walk down the line (Repeat) Check one two There is a thin line (Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room night to afternoon and this is what i consume Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen. A dream, it seems that's what i walked into Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you. If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say. I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool So look at me and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady Come here baby
Explicit language. Pure Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 94. Lyrics
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus) We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times. Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline. If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ? No ! I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines Well I'll be Damned If you want to know how life is check out the music. It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch. Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash Here today and then they gone fast. All you hear is nigga's run up in your home. Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up, but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up. I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain. Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look. Bless my soul, I attend rock shows. Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help. Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk. Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk. Gas price sky high I wonder why ? Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze God witness cause I see all the last days I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga (repeat)
A capella mixed voices ensemble. Traditional Suka Cani Ubura song. A capella mixed voices ensemble. Traditional Suka Cani Ubura song. Kurulu Centre. (Papua)
