Cut the Cheque - Jeff Spec, Vax 1

Catch me on the record Hoo banging

Listening to Khruangbin

You can’t win

Name anywhere my crew ain’t been

You would die to be my suitcase man

I got it covered like a toupee fam

The jam don’t stop at 2am

So what you sayin?

We do the damn thing til the roof cave in

True mayhem

You do it like me?

You playing later

Potatoed alligator soufflé man I got a waiter — nah

I got accounts — nah

I gotta bounce

Been the man since I got allowance

Now I’m out to get large amounts

Bada bing

Bought a house

Who woulda thought it when I started out

And if I quit it I’m trippin cause really picture me slipping on this one?

The flow particularly sickening

The Jordan got no pity for Pippens rep the city I live in …

With precision

When I rhyme it’s compliments to the chef Condiments to the left

Did it to death give a critic the left

The kid is blessed cut the cheque see my clique in the flesh

I wrote a rhyme so sick you’d wretch

Pop rappers you got dick on your breath curse your soul was it worth the dough

Make a poster for birth control it’s personal

You gotta get yourself vertical I wouldn’t slip in flurries of snow if I had

vertigo I promise

I’m too ill you catch jaundice

I’m too real for all fact findersa and that’s homage

This food for thought after that we smash the China

And be out — I’m in a class that’s timeless we passed by ya Like a opportunity

that ain’t knock. They said I’m hot like Vesuvius exploding Soviets cock the

uzi Cop the Louis

Roll through with the Squadelupe

You cats is snoozie — don’t watch me