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check out melodee - mc melodee lyrics

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[intro]
and now for my next number i’d like to return to the cl-ssics
as rakeem would say, check out ma melodee

[hook]
check out melodee, check out, check out melodee
check out melodee, check out, check out melodee
check out melodee, check out, check out melodee
check out melodee, check out, check out melodee
check out melodee, check out, check out melodee
check out melodee, melodee, melodee
check out melodee, check out, check out melodee
n0body digs melodee cause i’m number one

[verse 1]
check out melodee, yea that’s me
on the mike i get swipped to the next degree
blast with and get the beat at e m c e e
make a man hot, don’t stop, begin a bubbly
gotta bid up, step up the coo, you cuddly
the beat chopped up to rhymes of 3rd degree
my mind’s set on top, i’ve got some modesty
sh-t spot the pop but say it honestly
step on the scene, it’s 16 bein’ a fiend
for the microphone alone, know what i mean
my style on page, ever heard of the scene?
ring it hot but never obscene wuddup
my back-up is my routine
sh-t’s sorta mad, i spit like a machine
have no static, yea my sh-t is clean
when i come at you recognize a queen

[hook]

[verse 2]
turn up the b-ss, check out melodee, hand me a drink
make sure my mike is on while i’m doin’ my thing
i drop devious rhymes with a cavamo skin
cops came to bust the two, my shoe strings
they try to stop me from rockin’, never my friend
come again? i put no nowhere to begin
like a baseball i’m playa, takin’ the swing
getting it in, home run, i’m makin’ ants spin
when i hit the party my eyes detect
the mike a person grab, the one it could rap
back to the cl-ss, explain my respect
but no, who’s up next when i attack?
fellows love me, bug me while i plotch the lap
don’t act ugly, love me for the stage of rap
to my doggies, i know y’all ready for a come back
but you’d better step down, let me handle that

[hook]

[verse 3]
my melody is me, your favorite dame on the mike
my flow’s mad tight to your ear’s delight
i punch with my gloves tough like in a street fight
when i bust some t–th lookin’ for a place to hide
i pick a set deep when i need the ride
check her cool friend’s t–th when it’s cold outside
so hard it hurts, so believe i might
cookin soul leaves marks like a dog bite
pre brain flave fleeve chef’s outdone
lovin’ it, oh this sh-t like a hotdog bun
tapin’ off right there where the ‘r’ begun
young poets listen up, get your homework done
stand back, where you at? wanna rap for fun
take a hike with my mike, wanna hit ‘n’ run?
not that, never that, cause i’m not done
because i’m number one compet-tion is none

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