Checkin My Style - Ultramagnetic MC's

Yeah you don’t have to play this on a Tuesday night

But check this out, this is Sunday morning in church

With the brother, the Godfather

Open up the testaments, and let us read this

This ain’t no Flintstone and no Bedrock type stuff

Check it out

(Time to flip the scriptures!)

Checkin my style, return to zero

Checkin my style, return to zero

Checkin my style, return to zero

Checkin my style, return to zero

Well I keep my style and tone, on my jivin' microphone

Mik-make my flows, show a rapper what I give them

Don’t flex funky yo, kick it honey step back

Watch when I come, you scratch that kitty-kat on top of that

Rappers know I’m X, slow down, watch me get stupid open

Dance for the ladies, I strip in Chippendale’s

Funky hypo, or technical, lyrics make computer

With a brain that spins like Kid Capri, 33

Drop a 45 down just like the first record rotate

My style, my rhyme, my game is droppin doo-doo lyrics

Make a brother say, «Keith is out?

Damn, I wanna hear it»

Buy a copy tomorrow, kick his old tape

Take it back two times to smack his girl, let him go

Tell his uncle brother aunt and Cousin Belle (Ding-Dong!)

As I rock so well, spanki’n tail, check the beats

My style is so early, you couldn’t catch it on Bobbito

As I flaunt and I stretch just like a rubber band—poppin'!

Stoppin every rapper like a trooper on a turnpike

I’m long and strong and just like the Lincoln Tunnel

'Father, big up, check it out

Back back, I switch switch, I check check, I know that

Bored as I kick up, you proud of me you know it’s me

I got more muscle to flex to show than Jodeci

Take off them panties, I turn Boyz II Men

Checkin my style, return to zero

Checkin my style, return to zero

Checkin my style, return to zero

Checkin my style, return to zero

Yeah!

We want all them rappers out there

To check they styles and come back and return to zero

(Yeah, what you need?)

I don’t need Bootsy Collins

I don’t need Central Line

I don’t need Roger Troutman

I don’t need Zapp

I don’t need Junior

I don’t need Chic

I don’t need Sister Sledge

I don’t need Pop

I don’t need Bohannon

I don’t need Led Zeppelin

I don’t need Anthrax

I just need what I need