Two Brothers With Checks (San Francisco, Harvey)

Yeah this is a story about two brothers with big big checks and pretty white

Cadillacs; and they was fly from the

South So check it out.. [Ced Gee]

My wicky wicky style is unbearable for this world and the planet boy

I swing at the store, buy a lunch, play

LaCroix Supercat chasin rats, with chemicals at the bottom

I'm givin gold with enzymes, connections

I got em One thing, two things, like ? blow

Casey Recto and

Smekto, go get my boy

Luce (LET'S GO!)

Let's see

Babe Grim and his exoskeleton

He's pitchin a fastball, you swing and you miss

But seven times away clown, you're smellin the piss drippin offa your forehead, rollin down to

New Mexico

You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible

X-able, Montreal

Expos Hypodermic you turn it, you pick it up and you learn it

Now you're chillin with zinc as it kicks with the sodium

Pele came down just to sign some autographs

He laughed and he left, went to

El Segundo

For cheese and some bacon my

Philadelphia steak 'em

I got a hole in my pants,

I said, "Asalaam alaikum"

Got a new jacket was breakin out to the trainin camp

I danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced and danced.. then

I sat on the toilet!

Wrote a rhyme and then ordered, now

I'm spinnin and winnin

Got the girlies up on it, cause

I'm kickin and stickin

Finger-poppin and lickin, can you do me a favor

Can you go get the chicken - as you see we're a legion

When we roll we're just easin, up to

Egypt and

Pakistan There's never no treason, cause we're -- "treated with respect"

Chorus: Ultramagnetic

MC's Two brothers with checks, yo that

Caddy is fly

San Francisco,

Harvey {repeat chorus 3

X} [Kool Keith]

Drivin from

Cooperstown, swingin like

Don Han Rhythm

X in the batter's box

Thurman like

Munson, left while

I swing right and change courses and dialogue

Regional Atlanta,

Alabama Savannah

I kick a rhyme like a ball to

Indiana Missouri,

Kentucky, like

Dent, call me

Bucky Rogers

I'm nice,

I float in space wild

Dr. Smith,

I'm ****, yo watch

Sparky Lyle

As I throwback a spitball, my slider and check back

The stadium's packed rope, the people should get back and walk to the plate, yo

Jerry Grody, pause

Swing swing swipe!

I get MC's on my third strike

My hot dog is done,

I'm in the dugout, check it

I know I wreck shop, tip-top, heads bop, heads drop and many rappers get senile

Back to the plate, see the catcher, pitcher

You in the audience man, you be the fan

Like Supercat,

Don Don Dada

I play the field in

New York, and hit

Jamaica Like

Giants I roll like

San Francisco,

Harvey No time for rats with cats in

Bristol playin

I'm makin moves.. yo man.. {repeat chorus 4

X} [Ced Gee]

Yea yea yea yea yea yea yeahhhhh.. "Alright, you win, I'll take you to Fair Lanes Just turn off the heat! Aowwwwwwwwawowwwwww!!" [Kool Keith]

Ha ha ha ha hah! [Ced Gee]

Yo, now I'm stylin profilin troop like

I'm rip-rarin

Cadillac We got big checks in our banks on the street, yeah [Kool Keith]

Pickin up, swingin that bat like

Joe Morgan

Catchin that beat like

Ray Fossey,

Oakland Cashin them checks up at the

Chemical [Ced Gee]

We might cash em in

Oakland, San

Francisco whatever

Pick up honies in

Cleveland, with the game so damn clever [Kool Keith]

As I roll like

I'm Charlie

Hough, kickin that ball down

The crowd is wild, need the gas for a mile [Ced Gee]

So let's roll out and catch em, fire points by the parrish

Make a record like this, as we drive through the city [Kool Keith]

Ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-ty, ci-teeeeeee.. [Ced Gee]

Cause we're {repeat chorus 7

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