Check it out y'allCheck it out y'allCheck it out y'allWhitey
FordCheck it out y'allX-Ecutioner styleCheck it out
y'allEmcee am I, people call me EvWhen I'm bustin'
up the party, hear my engine revWith high resolution
in the late pmX-Men scratch the beat while I drop this
gemGot tints on my windows,
so you can't see inPack it up,
pack it in, baby, once againAin't no way to check meNo
way to wreck meAnd shit gets hectic if you disrespectingStiller
than night, I'ma see my lightOn the top of the Marquee
kid, bill me rightYou know it ain't right but yo it's
okay'Cause see this type of shit happens everydayYou
see this type of shit happens everydayYou know this
type of shit happens everydayIt goes one for the thugs,
two for the chickensPeckerwood stats classic,
like slim pickinsFuck the Democrats and RepublicansGot
all your cars bouncin' like a bunch of MexicansPorter
rock style, I'll touch you like TonyYou claim to keep
it real but still comin' out phonyIt's just one emcee
and four DJ'sGive us six turntables and a mic to blazeI'ma
said it like Pun in the house of funI burn hotter than
the heat, that's made by sunGot a gun,
ain't a Uzi but it weighs a tonIt's B-Boy punk rock
2001It's B-Boy punk rock 2001It's B-Boy punk rock 2001World
keeps spinnin'X-Men keep winnin'X-Men keep winnin'X-Men
keep winnin'It's B-Boy punk rock 2001It's B-Boy punk rock 2001