L-Swift - “Check Da Style”
[Emcee(s): L-Swift]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Scratches: Mr. Mayhem]
[Additional Vocals: Charlemagne]
[Sample 1 (Melody): Ramsey Lewis - “Sun Goddess” (1:34)]
[Sample 2 (Drums): James Brown - “Funky President (People It’s Bad)” (0:02 and 0:05)]
[Intro: Charlemagne and L-Swift with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem]
Charlemagne: Yeah, check this out, feel the funk, baby. Fortress Family in the house, Charlemagne in the house, Big TIM in the house, my man Bob in the house
L-Swift: Yeah, yeah, ha. Aw yeah. Word, y’all, word. No doubt, no doubt. Yeah, yeah, haha. I break it down, word. I break it down, son, no doubt. Yeah, I break it down, son. Check it
[Verse 1: L-Swift]
When I begin
Niggas should know my status: L is the verbal terrorist
Constantly, my mind develops clever ish, yo
But on the real, this is how I feel: emcees are like
Dull pencils, they need to sharpen up on the skills. My lyrics
Mentally scar you. L-Swift is on a mission
Dissing rappers like A&R’s do, but, still, should I
Have to reveal that? Inside my waist is where I pack my steel at
Hope you could feel the impact from caps I peel back
This is official: L is invincible. I keep the pistol
Full when I’m dilapidating physicals of criminals who
Remain typical. I got you stepping, you’ll
Be removed like hip hop from 98.7. So often
I make the pistol go (“pow!”) My image hang over heads
Just like a mistletoe (Now), lyrics increase the fiscal flow, so
Get with this shit here. You know the way I do this
I can’t be penetrated, you can’t run through this, so
[Hook: L-Swift and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem)]
This is the way I break it down—check the style
When I get busy (“Funky”), bodies of emcees must pile, so
Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live
If you know it’s going down (“Funky”), feel the vibe, y’all
[Verse 2: L-Swift]
Coming
Straight from the New York inner city, the style circulates
I’m taking out rappers who perpetrate ‘cause when
It comes to this, L-Swift be running this, so grab
Your gun and clips. Mics I work wonders with, the flows
Are toxic when I drops it ‘cause only I be the
Original—come check me in the physical. Statistical
Styles cannot get close to mine. I release my flows and rhymes
L is the pinnacle, niggas be fronting criminal
But while they’re fronting, talking ‘bout weapons they carry, lyrical
Styles vary, emcees’ bodies are tallied. I drop
Scientific analogies, lyrical similes
My flow is lethal, I kill emcees’ careers
Like bad marketing (What?). Flavors are targeting
Ghettos and urban streets, I analyze and learn the beat ‘cause when
I’m coming through (What?), you could smell the fumes of hate
Also, when I’m rhyming, rappers’ bodies must accumulate, yo
[Hook: L-Swift and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem)]
This is the way I break it down—check the style
When I get busy (“Funky”), bodies of emcees must pile, so
Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live
If you know it’s going down (“Funky”), feel the vibe, y’all
[Verse 3: L-Swift]
I leave
Emcees’ body parts scattered, I drop my data
You know my stature: L is lyrically fatter. I’m sick of these
Rappers who perpetrate—forget that. I bust raps, then I
Release delivery (Bow!). Emcees ain’t equipped for me ‘cause, lyrically
You’re now experiencing misery. My flows are similar
To mace ‘cause I blur emcees’ visibility
Still, it be kind of hard to see this. Frequent’s this observation
That’s I gets busy on your frequency modulation. My occupation?
To me, it’s simple: I reign through the galaxy
And walk over emcees like Christ walked on
The Sea of Galilee. Emcees couldn’t get down with me
If they was gravity—basically, there’s no match for me. There was
No one before me and there’ll be no one after me, see?
Corny rappers get shaken down and locked up in the dungeons
Of my Fortress when I break it down, so, stay out of
My vicinity because I’m making rounds
[Hook: L-Swift and (Sample with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem)] (x2)
This is the way I break it down—check the style
When I get busy (“Funky”), bodies of emcees must pile, so
Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live
If you know it’s going down (“Funky”), feel the vibe, y’all
This is the way I break it down—check the style
When I get busy, bodies of emcees must pile, so
Throw your hands in the air from side to side, get live
If you know it’s going down, feel the vibe, y’all
[Interlude: L-Swift with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem]
Yeah, this how it’s going down, kid. ’95, y’all. For ’96, y’all, whenever. Check it out, whatever’s clever
[Outro: L-Swift with Scratches by Mr. Mayhem]
Charlemagne in the house, boy. Check it
L-Swift is in the house, boy. Check it
Vidal in the house, boy. Check it
R-Smooth in the house, y’all. Yo, DJ Mayhem
Is in the house, y’all. My man InTIMidator
In the house, y’all. Check it, yo
Nightbreed is in the house, y’all. Mr. Voodoo
Yo, yo, haha, I’m out. Peace, kid
