* not 100% sure this is the MC's name
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[Chorus]
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We got them, Sledge, (?) ruff heads (check the flow)
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King Tee's on the set (check the flow)
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When niggaz try to get high-tech (check the flow)
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The dialect's on the flex
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[Sledge]
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Watch this, when I shine I bring rain
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Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain't the norm
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When I perform, I get you up out your seat
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Get down with the real deal skills, then chill
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Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp
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Stretch, flex, then tackle what's next
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Cause MC's, that luck up, need to hush up
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who can't brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up
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Then duck from the one that gets buck-wild
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I chop your ass in half, with a smile
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Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef
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Fuckin with me ock, you're six feet deep
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Down in the ground, alone with no sound
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while I'm up here CHILLIN, top billin
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And illin, on all those, who oppose
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I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh!
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[Chorus]
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[King Tee]
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Smash, here comes the one that talks trash
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to garbage MC's, who try to diss me
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and my crew - the ill ville animal cannibal
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backbreakers, government amputators
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Bounce to this if you think you know the hits
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And all you gassed-up critics, put the brakes on the shit
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Cause I'm tired of this, and I'm tired of that
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Motherfuckers sayin King Tee's shit was wack
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But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks
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by the truckload, now let's go for the gold
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So strap on your seatbelt yo and let's go
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And get down, to the sound that burns quick
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Cause I'm about to burn rubber, on this number
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and any MC who claims his style is legit
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Suckers wanna try me? (I know not why Tee)
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I light that ass up like the 4th of July G, uhh!
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[Chorus]
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[T] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
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[S] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
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[T] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow yo
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[S] Check the flow, check the flow, check the flow
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[Sledge]
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Capital S-L, crooked letter humpback fuck that
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thump that, shit that's never wack
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Cause this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin
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To hear the shit I'm bustin over ruptured percussion
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It ain't my fault that I'm layin niggaz down like asphault
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and blow your ass away like chalk, dust
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Then crush your monkey-ass unto the side
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Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide
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[King Tee]
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I stress facts like IRS wants tax
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from anyone claimin that they're livin, kind of fat
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You see, I could get sick in the thick of shit
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I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe's butt
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Hey nigga back-steps, even you can get hit
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I'm more crankier than a bitch on the shit!
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Niggaz get heated cause they just got defeated
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by the two man team, the Sledge and the King, uhh!
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[Chorus]
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Check the Flow
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King Tee |