Letra de 'Check it Out Ch'all' de Paris

Check it out ch'all, here we go again another one
From the man on the run I recollect and take a stand
P-Dog, kickin' over breaks that make ya wanna move
It's like that when the black cat get in tune
And now you bustin' smiles when styles I rip
So many of 'em you'll discover most speakers are split
It's kinda like a little lesson in stressin' the facts
And still be kickin' so know where you at, black
Listen up to the groove of the cut
Feel the funk when the bass hump, tryin' to get a niggy nut
And feel it hittin' when the speakers jigglin' like Jello
With just enough of that good funky shit to keep it mellow
Never fadin' or stayin' on course
The only sellin' out I'm doin' is sellin' out tours
Something for your ear, coming loud and clear
It's the voice you fear, if your shit ain't real
Keep it coming one time for your mind on the mic
It's the panther, kicking over breaks you dance to
And doin' devils dirty lickin' lyrics to break beats
I'm buildin' so the children always know where they at, G

Check it out ch'all, here I come again with verse two
With the knowledge of myself I got another one from me to you? tracks movin' smoother than machinery
It's plain to see I'm fin' to be another brother catchin' heat
I take a stand cause America ain't shit to me
And bringin knowledge of the way it is supposed to be
And knock you devils out the box like a mule kick
Comin' up with the shit the tricky skunks can't fuck with
Rap is rhythm and poetry I thought you knew it
But who would have ever thought that we would use it
The way we be usin' it?
Spittin' facts to my peers and your fear is showin'
Cause now the black is knowing things you thought we shouldn't know and
Getting ready for a power move
Yes yes y'all, ready for the motherfucking show and prove
So pack a lunch when the bunch roll, cause we're going
For the gold but I never sold my soul for it

Now, whose freedom of speech if I can't reach each
There's no support when you're black and you're going for yours
Yeah, that's alright
As long as niggaz're killing niggaz making money is nuttin' for whites
That's the way they wanna play and now I know they fear it
Where the hell was little Ollie all them other years?
Blacks was dying in the movies and in other records
I see the racist motherfucker never said nuttin'
But that's the way it is when I run it
I make the funky tracks to keep my people up on it
Well known and prone to break a bone let's get it on
I'm showin' you the facts on wax 'til your mind has grown
Huh, and still sayin what I wanna say
I won't slip still sayin' what I wanna say
I won't slip still sayin' what I wanna say
I'm P-Dog and I'm always gonna make it plain