[Verse One: Checkmark]
At first kids doubt
Til they hear the Skitzofrenik big mouth spit out
In ya house tellin' you to "get out"
Got big clout from here to wherever I'm tearing and better
Hotter than a kid in Botswanna wearing a leather
With a sweater underneath
Run ya beat, you ain't doing no justice
Your crew and those broads with you booin' though
You suck
You're fall back lines are all used up
Who's up next?
Mr. Checks, so throw ya brews up, in the air
Show me you care about the real skills
Beer spills all in ya head, nobody cares still
Checkmark makes ya head bop with off the head talk
I pull out cards but I ain't losing like the Red Sox
At crunch time I got punchlines like time clocks
At night I rhyme raw, watch all the dimes flock
To the potent MC, you can smoke an o.z
Homie, the trees won't help you get as open as me
So slow it down
[Hook] {x2}
Get down to the Skitzofrenik sound
Checkmark, Gerard & Eric Brown
Spittin' rounds of the raw sound
All the frauds get clowned so...
"Play like Roy Rogers and Slow Down" - Big Daddy Kane 'Ain't No Half Steppin'
[Verse Two: Checkmark]
I come six-feet, one-inch tall
Code name; Charlie Bawls
Borrow ya doll, body and all
Be prepared for a horrible fall
Pimp strut to a crawl
Checkmark rocks you all on the conference call
You dropped the ball, I picked it up and ran
Flip my tongue like a freaky dyke with a dental dam
Go off the mental man
Driving drunk in the rental van
Makin' moves with E to instrumental land
Smooth like lentle and
Gradutated from cans to bottles
Pedal-brakes to throddles
Hood rats to models
Swatch to Movado
Follow my lead
I'm copping everything I want while you borrowing weed
I'm sorry your speed
Ain't enough to keep up with Skitz
We deep up in ya chick while you're beatin' ya prick
Sleep and get ripped
I'm taking out half the joint
While you other cats get thrashed by cabbin' points
Slow it down...
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Checkmark]
You'll never see Checkmark hangin out on ya block
No need to search for a verse cause they're always in stock
And plus my new release is guaranteed like Blockbuster
Your style lost luster
Guess your pops musta' bounced on you clown
Because you don't sound legitimate
A little Skitz is what you get
Either spit a split
Switch the pitch to knuckles
You can't ball with chuckles
Crush through skirts let's hurt chicks with belt buckles
Much too much for you to touch
I thrust and rush ya mind behind offensive lines like the bust
Plus if I gave you a noose, you couldn't hang
Your little rap committee is kiddie like Chitty-Bang
I slang my Van Dyke, Nikes Slicker than Rick with Vance Wright
Jams tighter than stretchpants, I ram mics
Down the throats of those who oppose
The Skitz flows
Get exposed like hoes after shows
That's how it goes
Slow it down...
[Hook]
