A Tribe Called Quest - Check the Rhime lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, check the rhyme

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and
The presence was fittin'
It was I, The Abstract
And me, the Five Footer
I kicks the mad style so
Step off the frankfurter
Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
That we used to make spiffy like Mr clean?
Um um a tidbit, um a smidgen
I don't get the message so you
Gots to run the pigeon
Heh, okay, you on point, Phife? All the time
Tip you on point, Phife? All the time, Tip
You on point, Phife? All the time, Tip
Well, then grab the microphone and
Let your words rip

Now here's a funky introduction of
How nice I am
Tell your mother, tell your father
Send a telegram
I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see
I last long my crew is never ever wack
Because we stand strong
Now if you say my style is wack
That's where you're dead wrong
I slayed that Buddy in El
Segundo then Push it Along
You'd be a fool to reply that
Phife is not the man
'Cause you know and I know that
You know who I am
A special shout of peace goes
Out to all my pals, you see
And a middle finger goes for
All you punk MC's
'Cause I love it when you
Wack MC's despise me
They get vexed, I roll next
Can't none contest me
I'm just a fly MC who's five
Foot three and very brave on top remaining
No home training 'cause I misbehave
I come correct in full effect have
All my hoes in check
And before I get the butt
The Jim must be erect
You see, my aura's positive
I don't promote no junk
See, I'm far from a bully
And I ain't a punk
Extremity in rhythm, yeah
That's what you heard
So just clean out your ears
And just check the word

Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, play tapes y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and
The presence was fittin'
It was I, the Phifer And me, the Abstract
The rhymes were so rumpin' that
The brothers rode the 'zack aiyo Tip
Do you recall when we used to rock What?
Those fly routines on your cousin's block?
Um, let me see damn, I can't remember
I receive the message and you
Will play the sender
You on point Tip? All the time, Phife
You on point Tip? yeah, all the time, Phife
You on point Tip? Yo, all the time, Phife
So play the resurrector and give
The dead some life

Okay, if knowledge is the key then
Just show me the lock
Got the scrawny legs but I
Move just like Lou Brock with speed
I'm agile plus I'm worth your while
One hundred percent intelligent black child
My optic presentation sizzles the retina
How far must you go to gain respect? Umm
Well, it's kinda simple
Just remain your own
Or you'll be crazy, sad and alone
Industry rule number four-thousand-and-eighty
Record company people are shady so kids
Watch your back 'cause I
Think they smoke crack
I don't doubt it, look at how they act
Well, off to better things
Like a hip-hop forum
Pass me the rock and I'll
Score 'em with decorum
And proper what you say, Hammer? Proper
Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop
NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all
SC, y'all check it out y'all
Virginia, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
In London, check the rhyme, y'all