24-7 - Quasimoto, MED, Quasimoto feat. MED

Like a .357 hitting on 365

Checking them dead or alive

With my man

Listen up

I make it pop when I drop the rhyme

No corrupting your spot that mops

MC’s out the box so I remain on top

Number one contender assassin

Blast a rhymes attracting

Green weed, bitches and cash

Then I’m (mashin' in fashion)

Southern Cali' wild raise for action

Crazed will leave the rhymes packed in

My verbal clip come packed for easy access

The fact, is your crew is backwards

Stepping up to the real

Yo MC shady got the record deals

Lyrically getting peels, still

I feel you recognize

There’s more than just size

It’s all about do you got heart

And do you come real with rhymes

Times up, never run up

Hit your roster getting done up

Paralyzed from the neck up

Hold the checking up, doing up

Crews for the coming up

I’m faster when it comes to cash

I speed fast past to leave you whiplashed

To watch we spread around like crabs

To quickly get in that ass

For the future present and past

Lacing tracks like hash

Checking weak, mark MC’s

Everyday, all day

Is where I stay

Deep on the west

Real MC’s don’t play

We lay it down just like that

Or better yet like this

Rhymes on deck

Leaving fake MC’s check (echo)

The Ill Loop Digga…

What?

Ch-Check one two two (one) two

I come through

Like volcanic eruption, Ginsu

Knives cutting right through you

Hit you off with lyrical stanzas (stanzas)

Hit you off with questions or answers

Running through MC’s like

Cancel you (doot)

Can’t compete

When I throw on my beat

When I write a rap

When I get on the turntables and scratch

Nigga’s try to attach

Y’all nigga’s get snatched up (smashed up)

Mashed up (crashed up) for trying to act up (act up)

Why you half step (half step) to my rep (rep)

Now you’re going in debt (going in debt)

The Ill Loop dig upon set word back

Got to give like I’m hitting headcracks

Going through your back like some lead black

Never give a wack nigga no slack

Get the

Niggas always hollering about

«Where the hoes at»

Or

«I don’t even like that nigga man»

But where my foes at

«Hey I’m going to take that nigga out man you see my strap»

Bunch of bluffing

«Kill that nigga, right now»

And everyone knows that

Check the weak, mark MC’s

Everyday all day

Is where I stay

Deep on the west

Real MC’s don’t play

We lay it down just like that

Or better yet like this

Rhymes on deck

Leaving fake MC’s check

Check… check…check…