Check the Rhime
A Tribe Called Quest"Check the Rhime" is a song by A Tribe Called Quest, released in 1992 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:34 long and contains 88 lines and 669 words.
Lyrics
0:00Uh uh uh uh
0:03Uh uh uh check the rhyme
0:25Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
0:27We used to kick routines and presence was fitting
0:30It was I
0:30The Abstract
0:31And me the Five Footer
0:32I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter
0:34Yo Phife you remember that routine
0:37That we used to make spiffy like Mr. Clean
0:39Um um a tidbit um a smidgen
0:42I don't get the message so you gots to run the pigeon
0:44Heh okay you on point Phife
0:46All the time Tip
0:47You on point Phife
0:48All the time Tip
0:49You on point Phife
0:51All the time Tip
0:52Well then grab the microphone and let your words rip
0:54Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
0:57Tell your mother tell your father send a telegram
0:59I'm like an energizer 'cause you see I last long
1:02My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong
1:04Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong
1:07I slayed that buddy in El Segundo then Push it Along
1:09You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man
1:12'Cause you know and I know that you know who I am
1:14A special shout of peace goes out to all my pals you see
1:17And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's
1:19'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me
1:21They get vexed I roll next can't none contest me
1:24I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave
1:27On top remaining no home training 'cause I misbehave
1:29I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check
1:31And before I get the butt the Jim must be erect
1:34You see my aura's positive I don't promote no junk
1:36See I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk
1:39Extremity in rhythm yeah that's what you heard
1:41So just clean out your ears and just check the word
1:44Check the rhyme y'all check the rhyme y'all
1:47Check the rhyme y'all check the rhyme y'all
1:49Check the rhyme y'all check the rhyme y'all
1:52Check it out check it out
1:54Check the rhyme y'all check the rhyme y'all
1:57Check the rhyme y'all play tapes y'all
1:59Check the rhyme y'all check the rhyme y'all
2:02Check it out check it out
2:04Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
2:07We used to kick routines and the presence was fitting
2:09It was I the Phifer
2:11And me the Abstract
2:12The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack
2:14Ayo Tip do you recall when we used to rock
2:16What
2:16Those fly routines on your cousin's block
2:19Um let me see damn I can't remember
2:22I receive the message and you will play the sender
2:24You on point Tip
2:25All the time Phife
2:27You on point Tip
2:28Yeah all the time Phife
2:29You on point Tip
2:30Yo all the time Phife
2:32So play the resurrector and give the dead some life
2:34Okay if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock
2:36Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Lou Brock
2:39With speed I'm agile plus I'm worth your while
2:42One hundred percent intelligent black child
2:44My optic presentation sizzles the retina
2:47How far must you go to gain respect
2:48Ummm
2:49Well it's kind of simple just remain your own
2:52Or you'll be crazy sad and alone
2:54Industry rule number four thousand and eighty
2:57Record company people are shady
2:59So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack
3:01I don't doubt it look at how they act
3:04Well off to better things like a hip-hop forum
3:07Pass me the rock and I'll score 'em with decorum
3:09And proper what you say
3:11Hammer
3:11Proper
3:12Rap is not pop if you call it that then stop
3:24NC y'all check the rhyme y'all
3:27SC y'all check it out y'all
3:29Virginia check the rhyme y'all
3:31Check it out check it out
3:34In London check the rhyme y'all
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 presence was fitting 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 fitting It was I the Phifer And me the Abstract The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack Ayo 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 Ummm Well it's kind of 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
Translation
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