Mic Checka Lyrics

Das Efx - Mic Checka Lyrics

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Mic Checka Lyrics

Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzuks, Here I go, so

Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo

I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great

I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate

It's crazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips

I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips

Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm

Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man

So check it

I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks

I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks

I riggedy-rocked the coca-cabana

Banana split

{HACK-THO} Spit, so sit

I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh

I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this

Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done

Swooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one

I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage

I shake 'em up and down like the Down Jones Average

I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best

So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, 'cause here comes Das EFX



A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow

My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo

So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna

See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer

I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the motts

Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks

I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings

Do a spin like the mag and I slide like Peggy Fleming

Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals

I Hawiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille

I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun

I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, 'cause Brooklyn's where I'm from



Tiggedy-time to get buck wild

Call me Butterfingers, 'cause I dippedy-drop 'nuff styles

Iggedy eeny meeny miney moe

Shiggedy-bop, bap I'll snatch a rapper by his toe

I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor

I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I be a sky pager

I friggedy-freaked the funka

The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch Bunker

Give me the mike and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester

Microphone checka, one two checka

I tiggedy take no shorts, I'm not the fella

I can even act: Stella, Stella

Yo Stella, here ciggedy-comes the bum rush, maybe

No Static, I niggedy-knows more kids than um, Bebe

So higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got props

I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots

So when I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaka

I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita

So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip

Bustin heads with Erik Sherman and my man Parish Smith



Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle

I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle

So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star

I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps

I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps, chumps

So wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief

He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth

I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo

So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two

I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro

I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O