Lyrical Breakdown of Check 1,2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Check 1,2" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how EPMD weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Check 1,2" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that EPMD employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to EPMD's narrative.

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[erick sermon] Epmd. def jam. blazin. Check it, uh-huh, yo It's e-dub on the microphone My style be elektra, I'm the male syl rhome Homes, walk around with forty-four chrome On safety, spike the mic in the endzone This here ain't the average shit, you used to Front, and automatic rounds, will shoot you So knock it off, like biggie smalls said duke you soft Why you wanna fuck with the boss? [parrish smith] Where should I start? breakin mc's or shatterin charts? It's diablo, pmd mic doc with the purple heart The go-getter, getter, get wit 'er, hit 'er-split 'er Front and back, and if she wit it, straight in the shitter So heidi heidi heidi hydro, pack gats and ammo +funky piano+, van like the fuckin? tano? With more cheese than lambeau, more heat than rambo Break down dismantle when I scramble Chorus: erick sermon (parrish smith) *repeat 2x* I just get down, and I go for mines Say check 1, 2 -- and run down the line (inclined to shine) with techs and (forty-four mags and nines) Don't get too close because you might get shot [erick sermon] Uhh, yo, ey, and yo Epmd, fuckin with us is bad news Me and you got different views What you might say is dope, I say's not What I might call wack, you'll call hot The best thing for you, is to think and hope Or get choked, and hung with +the velvet rope+ Cause you too theatrical, mess around And end up smackin you, jackin you, attackin you [parrish smith] That's why it's crucial, so stay neutral to collect the cash Double beaucoup, just rippin up mics, is what my crew do Whatever suits you, pull out the burner, fuck the shoot through Roadblocks and smear campaigns, with the two-two Or tech nine, that'll chew, through your waistline I'm accurate, don't waste mine, spit on bassline Run with the unseen potential to be on dateline I don't fake mine, you blaze crazy, while I pace mine [erick sermon] Yeah, now why y'all wanna mess with the vets? We've been doin this shit, since _dear yvette_, check I make shit that make you wanna smack your producer And ice grill him, and make you wanna kill him dead And walk around leakin, in the bed for the weekend For playin with the last mohican ? madi gon? - that's fuck you in puerto rican Keep quiet when you hear grown men speakin [parrish smith] Or get smacked, this ain't no game, the shit is serious Delerious, that's how we leave cats and niggaz curious The true legend, got caught shit you better call kevin Big like dog 40 and the dutch from the 7-11 I'm danger like norris the texas ranger The mic strangler, pmd, the fuckin _head banger_ Mo' skills fo' real for them cats that kill Pump a nine on the reg behind penetentiary steel Chorus