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Check It Out - JAY (Oz) (Ft. Shadowman)
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Check It Out JAY (Oz) (Ft. Shadowman)

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Check It Out - JAY (Oz) (Ft. Shadowman)
[Intro: JAY & Shadowman]
Humming

[Verse 1: Shadowman & JAY]
Yo
So we in for a fright and you better catch a rude awakening
If my crew catch you slipping, you know we 'bout to end it on sight
No beef like vegetarian, we squash it out
Go meet the council, this our seventh time tryna talk it out
Taking lessons just to learn what I'm about
I slap you in circles til you spitting foam out the mouth
Don't ask for entry I just walk in the house
Or I, turn to Charles Wallace when I kick in the door
And then we kicking em out, JAY, Shadow, we the sickest around
I ain't tricking but I'm flipping about
This is foul, fire whipping when I'm spitting these vowels
With ya gal, if we ain't talking then my-
Oi
I'm on the prowl for a hunnid thou'
This the side of me I found and I love it now
And screw any dog asking me to dumb it down
Attacks dealing big crit's, I poke em on, we live from the underground
Newest rookie off the bench, I'm itching to score
Pick n pile, stop and drop off your balance, you hit the floor
Ducking ammunition as I enter the nation
Y'all couldn't take the fire so y'all ran to the station
Going through my phases, like faces of the moon
Got two hands in the sky like the clock's hit noon
But no, took nine and six, pointed at you
Stop this isn't like a sneeze know I'm coming at you
The, meanest demeanour, I beat the beat up, heat like fajitas
Speed like a Cheetah, spit with iron mics, I'll bite your ear
Fighting my fear, asked "Who the best?" and decided we are
Your whole career doesn't amount to mine in a year
But still I rock on on a hip-hop song
Spewing them dope fumes out, shouts my bro Chron'
The shogun who don't show guns but smoke sons
I'm, kicking goals on the net, the score's 0-1
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