Check The Method Lyrics - Singles - Lord Finesse

It's like that, y'all, check it out now 

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x) 

Fuck that, you know who's bigger 

Even though nowadays you got all these motherfucking new niggas 

Fuck those who spread rumors, I didn't retire 

Even though you got all these lord finesse juniors 

Trying to get hype and rip mics 

They just imitators that can't quite get my shit right 

So won't y'all just face it 

That y'all sweat me so much I gotta give my dick a facelift 

Wanna battle, I'm all for it 

When it comes to this, I've been through more shit than a toilet 

Now we could get wild and search for peace 

Cause right now I'm chillin', like the nigga home on work release 

And even on a lover tip I'll still wax brothers quick 

When I do my thing I be on some old other shit 

Niggas I slaughter, just to bring order 

Aw fuck it, my shit be flowing like spring water 

It's like that, y'all, check it out now 

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 2x) 

Now it's the dictator whose style's greater 

It's the man with more flavors than motherfucking now & laters 

And rappers I hit 'em well 

They automatically go to heaven fucking with me, I give 'em hell 

Yeah, so don't try to front, troop 

When your style is played out like an osh-kosh jumpsuit 

Huh, I'm out to collect figures 

I'm on some wu-tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, nigga 

I don't front like a man on a high horse 

But yo, I make more noise than july 4th 

So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who dial 911 

If you don't, you's a motherfucking dumb dumb 

I'm not a role model, I'm a bad figure 

When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, nigga 

I got it locked like a warden 

Rap without finesse, that's like the nba without jordan 

So all you new jacks kicking wack raps it's a fact that 

I'll be on your fucking back like a napsack 

It ain't shit you can tell me 

Cause the ladies still jel me without an lp 

It's like that, y'all, check it out now 

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x) 

It's like that y'all, and I keep figures 

It's the hardcore ruffneck funky type of street nigga 

Lord finesse got the swift rap and 

You don't need dionne warwick and them psychic friends to predict that 

In years to come I'm bound to shine 

Give me a mic and a minute, I'll show niggas I get down for mine 

Word life, you know the haps 

Fucking with me is like bungee jumping with no rope attached 

Man listen, I got plenty rhymes 

When it comes to props, motherfucks just oughta gimme mine 

Word, cause I slay ya fast 

Whether you're the best mc with a mic, or you're straight up trash 

My lyrics excel, hops 

From the ghetto street upstate to motherfucking cell blocks 

No dought I got clout 

I gotta give a shout (to who? ) to my brother show when I'm out 

It's like that, y'all, check it out now 

(yeah yeah, now check the method) (repeat 4x)