Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien & Kurious
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien & Unicron (Del)
Del the Funky Homosapien & Snupe & Casual & A-Plus
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
This song Del is addressing the wanna be rappers and what their flaws are- such as being off beat, not having rhymes, rappers that copy other rappers, and over all their stupidness. Del counter acts his statements about other rappers about how he defeats them.
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now check this shit out
Check this shit out, now check this shit out, uh-huh
Yo check this shit out
Now this first shit, is about me...
[Verse 1]
When it's time for me to recline
I listen to rhymes a beats in the waves of the spine to the brain
Relievin' pain & anguish
The strangest arrays make me sway and make my day brighter
The hip hop inviter
Write arrive a little sooner
Check the soles on my Pumas
My attitude is miserable
'Cause in my mind I'm sayin' here's a fool I don't like
I won't strike his ass in the face
I'm blastin' the bass in my headphones
A fool don't have to get his head flown
Why waste time with rhymes?
I get straight to the point
Like I HATE when funk's in the joint
When hip hop is playin' threatenin' to spray men
Don't threaten me
Or you won't be able to see when I gouge ya eyes out
I despise doubt on your part, like I won't stab you in your heart
My flow is drastic, serious, sarcastic
My motto is "Fuck with me and get your ass kicked"
And that's the key to understandin' me
And if they cool then the foot is what you'll be brandin', B
Yeah...
[Hook]
Check it ooout (check it ooout)
Check it ooout (check it ooout)
This shit is fat (check it ooout)
You know you like it (check it ooout)
Now peep this shit (check it ooout)
Yo, peep this shit (check it ooout)
Yo, this is for the homies (check it ooout)
This is your shit, your shit so you can be cognitive(check it ooout)
If you can rap
Yeah...
[Verse 2]
I love to peep a rhyme
First of all I'm seein' if my man can keep the time
If he go offbeat, and it's on purpose
He gotta come back on beat
Or the effort is worthless
I like to hear a cool flow
But if it's identical to another, he a fool for it
Ya gotta build upon skills
And all that copy that most popular rapper shit can get killed
I like a nigga who is quick-witted
'Cause it make me feel like I do, when I come from where my dick split it
And I admit it, it's a joy
When I hear a nigga avoid the wack and make 'em paranoid
I loves niggas who talk shit
'Cause that's my department
I got somethin' for anyone who starts shit
'Cause I'm relentless with a sentence
A jail sentence, after I beat you senseless
I like niggas when they add rhymes, mad rhymes
Then I laugh at niggas who fell off but had rhymes
Just some descriptions of what I like to listen to
With my Bruce Banner scanner point of view
[Hook]
Peep! Yo peep that shit that nigga talkin' about Bruce Banner (check it ooout)
Fuckin', Incredible Hulk shit (check it ooout)
Peep that shit (check it ooout)
Yo check it out (check it ooout)
Check that shit out (check it ooout)
Yo check it out (check it ooout)
Yo, peep this last shit (check it ooout)
Everybody about to know this shit (check it ooout)
You know what I'm saying, Rolling Stone
[Verse 3]
Now I'm about to clown a bitch
She made my eyebrows twitch 'cause she's rich
Yeah, real funny
She makes some money
For puttin' other niggas down
You nothin' but a clown
You can't write and you're not bright
You fail to notice the dopeness 'cause you have no insight
You need to quit, you ain't shit
You need to get a lesson in hip-hop detection
And you're next in my list to jack
It's a fact not fiction, bitch stop ya bitchin'
You write articles
I'ma rip apart ya skull
'Cause ya dull, not entertainin'
I'ma put ya brain in orbit 'cause I'm morbid
Thinkin' a new ways to kill ya, and yo I feel ya
Ya too critical, and ain't got a bit a pull
Just admit it fool before we get rid of you
A rolling stone gathers no moss
And now who will pay the cost, and afterwards get lost
Hit the dirt, before you get hurt
I eat stupid bitches like you and a rhyme for dessert
I bet you never get no dick
You make me so sick, so my pistol is loaded
[Outro]
Hey you check what this ho did?
Yeah I checked that bitch, I checked that bitch
Y'all niggas ain't got to trip, you know what I'm saying, fuck this shit (check it ooout)
Check it out (check it ooout)
Check it out (check it ooout)
Yo, check that shit out (check it ooout)
Rewind that shit and check that shit out (check it ooout)
Check all them three verses out (check it ooout)
Check it out (check it ooout)
Check it out (check it ooout)
*scratching* "This is D-E-L"
Check It Ooout was written by Del the Funky Homosapien.
Check It Ooout was produced by Del the Funky Homosapien.
Del the Funky Homosapien released Check It Ooout on Tue Nov 23 1993.