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Check it out (Chorus) Check the O.R., you like it so far? Check the O.R., you like it so far? Check the O.R., you like it so far? Check the O.R., you love the O.R. Here we go, ready to set it off From coast to coast, it's the most and it hits rough Organized Rhyme's here to start it up You got some trouble with your mouth you'd better shut it up Think twice before you act and try to tackle the funky stuff I take you suckers out like meat on a shish kebab And you don't know it, but your girl's doin' kiss-and-rob And you're the one who wants the corn, but you missed the cob So here's a bit of something new: Gimmie a toot, and salute, and I'll give you my boots We're your need, and while I'm playing the thespian I got a ride and you're just a pedestrian I grab a horse and I jump like equestrian I talk smooth like Lando Calrissian Deal with the leader of the convoy Make some noise for the boys as we rip points Move your joints in a motion if you can keep up If you can't, here's a hanky to clean your weep up Letras de cancionesPoetics I drop, then no time for coincidence Check the O.R. (Chorus x2) Check the O.R., you like it so far? Smack your back - Can you deal with a deep scar? I will test ya from the west of ya Now ya know that I'm better than the best of ya I remove you quicker than a Band-Aid Paid backstage and I'm gone like a renegade And I don't delay, want the replay? Like Sinatra, got ya my way I feel lowly so I lay low Never lonely now that I clock dough Flippin' women over like a pancake And I will make mistakes in a heartbreak Recieve honours, make you goners Break the deuce like Jimmy Connors I'm not a phony, preaching testimony Send you down to the bank for the alimony I make light of everyday establishment With content sticking like Poli-dent But I pay my dues I lay more chicks than Mother Goose Pass the O.J., 'cause I got juice Break the silence, and make the truce So yes yes, y'all - And you don't stop To the beat, y'all - And you don't dare stop To the hip, hop, hibby, hibby-dibby hip-hip-hop and you don't dare go off Go off like a canon, you're a copier Much sloppier so I'm gonna' drop ya You got a demo? Well I guess I'm gonna' shop ya Take a risk, like a disk you're floppier Uplifted 'cause I'm gifted Tough like algebra, but I'm twisted You mistfit, meet the better man Gonna' razz you just like Letterman Hip-hop, not a weasel goin' pop You don't stop Check the O.R. (Chorus x2) Back at last to compose the next swift rap Broom in my pocket so I don't need a hip pack Hip-hop tactics is what I be practicin' I don't act, I see heads and I crack 'em Only if they need it. I'm really a nice guy Still, I got a temp', but to the ladies I talk fly Makin' 'em smile for a while when I begin (Pin the chameleon) Comp'nies, here I am Headin' the right way and I won't stop this I'm knowin' the time, but I don't wear a pop Swatch Play MCs when I jump like in hopscotch Climbed the ranks, so consider me top-notch Take control of your system when I'm in it You wanna' get with this? I hit with persistence Swing, the countdown, 1-2-3-4 Smooth it out, now check the O.R. (Chorus x6) From Letras Mania