(Ladies and Gentlemen...S.F.C.)

Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out,
Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out,
Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out,
Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out.

Now Super C is known for coming out with them original sounds, 'cause you know I am a type of individual,
Making them residuals, cooling with the homies or Caucasians down with that C-Mode invasion,
But there's a side of it, so it's me you be paging to the bravo for us to hook up a show,
Or send you a press kit, or tell you about the good that we be running with,
Hippy Epowess, Epigee, Brainwash, Future Shock, representing the West Coast,
Holy hip hop got the crowd perspiring, 'cause we are providing those kind of elements the keep your energy climbing,
I wanna sell records like the Winans, so I lock myself in a room like a scientist, and I don't see the sun 'til I come up with one falling in you city limits,
No gimmick - test me on the mic with that skid row dirty flow.

Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out,
Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out.

Now there's a lot of brothers out there that got talent and there's a lot of brothers that know how to do shows, but when we go and check in the record store, it seems the only ones selling are the ones with no flows,
And when they're live they're rapping for the vocals,
If they don't they cut the mic, so when you hear their rhymes they don't sound right on the track,
But when we attack we come clear in that ear, so you hear in every facility, definity, acidoity is our service to this community.

Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out,
Check it, check it 'cause you know what we're about,
Grab the microphone and turn it out.

Like that, y'all.

Yo, check it out, y'all,
We got some special guests,
We have Small-boy Slack and Cartoon.

Ah, Salaam, I'll make it, take it and break it,
Pull sheets back to leave them all but naked,
Who they fooling with the promise of unity'
Islam to Arlene, see what I mean,
Kick much drag when they see ya, selling them lies with a slice of bean pie,
That's why you're naming at the hidden trip,
But phrenology's not a part of me, I'll rolling with the crucifix,
Fronting the preacher-man, pointing the riches he's holding,
Louis Faracon is bowling,
I got beef when a brother deceives for the rich - huh, snitch,
Squeeze the trigger on his dad, Mullik killed Chevez,
Crossed out he X, so which one of y'all is next'
Defects the text to the record industry, real loud, but they still can't hear me,
So hear ye, hear ye not any four letter words in the song, but the beat still rocks,
No guns, no press the buns for your viewing, 'cause we don't need no crutch to sell a million units,
No gimmicks, no gangster image, no theatrics,
A lot of emcees, they lack skills and tactics,
So much so that they try to camouflage, but we ain't going for your desert mirage.