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letra de check da style - swigga

l-swift – “check da style”
[emcee(s): l-swift]
[producer(s): charlemagne]
[scratches: dj mayhem]
[additional vocals: charlemagne]
[sample 1 (melody): ramsey lewis – “sun goddess”]
[sample 2 (drums): james brown – “funky president (people it’s bad)”]

[intro: charlemagne]
yeah, check the style, feel the funk, baby. fortress family in the house, charlemagne in the house, big tim in the house, my man bob in the house

[verse 1: l-swift]
when i
begin, n-ggas 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 sk!lls. 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, but 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’ll make the pistol go “pow!” my image hang over heads
just like a mistletoe, lyrics increase the fiscal flow, so
get with this sh-t here. you know the way i do this
i can’t be penetrated, you can’t run through this, so

[hook: l-swift]
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

[verse 2: l-swift]
coming
straight from the new york inner city, the style
circulates from taking out rappers who perpetrate ‘cause when
it comes to this, l-swift be running this, so grab
your gun and clips. my style? 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’ll release my flows and rhymes
l is the pinnacle, n-ggas be fronting criminal
but while they’re fronting, talking ‘bout weapons they carry
lyrical styles vary. emcees’ bodies are tallied
i drop scientific -n-logies, lyrical
similes. my flow is lethal—i k!ll emcees’
careers like bad marketing (what?). flavors are targeting
ghettos and urban streets. i -n-lyze 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 acc-mulate, yo

[verse 3: l-swift]
i’ll 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’ll bust raps, then i’ll
release delivery (bow!). emcees ain’t equipped for me ‘cause
lyrically, you’ll now experience the misery. my flows are
similar to mace ‘cause i’ll blur emcees’ visibility
still, it be kind of hard to see this. creep with an observation
that’s i gets busy on your frequency modulation
my occupation? to me, it’s simple: i’ll 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
the one before me, and there’ll be no one after me, see?
corny rappers? i shake ‘em down and lock ‘em 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] (x2)
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

- swigga

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