Check Yourself - Amity

Sample:

You better stop and check yourself

Give me a minute to pick up a rhythm and capture it/

Zip it and listen, these lyrics I’m spitting are accurate/

Scribbling riddles to fit in a little time capsule/

Each syllable’s written in history’s script just to act in it/

Actually, I live in a different reality/

I’m back for the win as you’re sitting and flicking through magazines/

And I’m sick of the critics who think that I’m amateur/

But if they’re not listening, still I’ll be tipping my hat to them/

Let me spell it out for you, A-M-I-T-Y/

I’ve been away but I’m back to say that I’m mighty fine/

It’s been a minute, I’ll admit I was taking time to write/

So I could come back better and spray these lines of mine/

Snares that make you flinch, kicks that rattle your rib cage/

Hats that shatter your teeth and crack when I hit stage/

I’m high end, these other rappers are mid-range/

Switch lanes or your legs may happen to give way

Hook:

Stop/

You better stop and check yourself/

Stop/

Stop and check yourself, I said/

Stop/

You better stop and check yourself/

Just stop

People I ain’t seen in a minute ask if I still rap/

As if I’d quit, well I didn’t, homie, so sit back/

Don’t make me change this face palm to a bitch slap/

You think I’m lying? I’ll be kicking it with the big cats/

Bringing boom bap back, man, they tip hats/

They lack rhythm and spit while listening to click tracks/

With mouth grills and a six pack, it’s a trick act/

Why you think they insist on calling that shit trap?/

I’m a grown man and you’re a fuckboi/

So you better put your head between your legs and cluck, boy/

If you think I’m a chicken, you better duck, boy/

You’re all birds of a feather and getting plucked, boy/

So watch your back if you’re coming my direction/

If real recognise real, I guess I’m in unfamiliar territory/

Too many wannabes are under-skilled at everything/

But I walk the walk so if you’re not running, kid, you better be

Hook:

Stop/

You better stop and check yourself/

Stop/

Stop and check yourself, I said/

Stop/

You better stop and check yourself/

Just stop

I’ve been making waves, got the listeners wet/

I’m up and coming like I’m fucking in the middle of sex/

Whether I’m on wax, compact disc or cassette/

Chained to the rhythm, under arrest for killing a set/

Without a doubt the best rapper you never heard of/

As soon as I step in the room they’re getting nervous/

Checking themselves out, there’s no better service/

Each verse is so perverse and clever-worded/

I wave with a fistful of grenades with the pins pulled/

While I’m aiming a spitball at a cage full of pitbulls/

I hate what you think’s cool, I make you all feel fooled/

Like bait on a fishhook decorated with tinsel/

I’m marking my territory, if you’re smart you won’t step to me/

If you laugh then you’re dead to me, so don’t start, I’ll be ending it/

Man, what would these rappers know about artist integrity?/

It’s not hard to remember me because half of them envy me

Hook:

Stop/

(Yeah)

You better stop and check yourself/

(Just stop)

Stop/

Stop and check yourself, I said/

Stop/

You better stop and check yourself/

(What are you doing?)

Just stop

(Just stop, you know what I’m saying?)