Eddie Bones - Slow It Down lyrics

[Verse One: Checkmark] At first kids doubt Til they hear the Skitzofrenik big mouth spit out In ya house tellin' you to "get out" Got big clout from here to wherever I'm tearing and better Hotter than a kid in Botswanna wearing a leather With a sweater underneath Run ya beat, you ain't doing no justice Your crew and those broads with you booin' though You s** You're fall back lines are all used up Who's up next? Mr. Checks, so throw ya brews up, in the air Show me you care about the real sk**s Beer spills all in ya head, nobody cares still Checkmark makes ya head bop with off the head talk I pull out cards but I ain't losing like the Red Sox At crunch time I got punchlines like time clocks At night I rhyme raw, watch all the dimes flock To the potent MC, you can smoke an o.z Homie, the trees won't help you get as open as me So slow it down [Hook] {x2} Get down to the Skitzofrenik sound Checkmark, Gerard & Eric Brown Spittin' rounds of the raw sound All the frauds get clowned so... "Play like Roy Rogers and Slow Down" - Big Daddy Kane 'Ain't No Half Steppin' [Verse Two: Checkmark] I come six-feet, one-inch tall Code name; Charlie Bawls Borrow ya doll, body and all Be prepared for a horrible fall Pimp strut to a crawl Checkmark rocks you all on the conference call You dropped the ball, I picked it up and ran Flip my tongue like a freaky dyke with a dental dam Go off the mental man Driving drunk in the rental van Makin' moves with E to instrumental land Smooth like lentle and Gradutated from cans to bottles Pedal-brakes to throddles Hood rats to models Swatch to Movado Follow my lead I'm copping everything I want while you borrowing weed I'm sorry your speed Ain't enough to keep up with Skitz We deep up in ya chick while you're beatin' ya prick Sleep and get ripped I'm taking out half the joint While you other cats get thrashed by cabbin' points Slow it down... [Hook] [Verse Three: Checkmark] You'll never see Checkmark hangin out on ya block No need to search for a verse cause they're always in stock And plus my new release is guaranteed like Blockbuster Your style lost luster Guess your pops musta' bounced on you clown Because you don't sound legitimate A little Skitz is what you get Either spit a split Switch the pitch to knuckles You can't ball with chuckles Crush through skirts let's hurt chicks with belt buckles Much too much for you to touch I thrust and rush ya mind behind offensive lines like the bust Plus if I gave you a noose, you couldn't hang Your little rap committee is kiddie like Chitty-Bang I slang my Van Dyke, Nikes Slicker than Rick with Vance Wright Jams tighter than stretchpants, I ram mics Down the throats of those who oppose The Skitz flows Get exposed like hoes after shows That's how it goes Slow it down... [Hook]