Big Dusty - Joey Bada$$

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

(Check it out y’all, check, check, check, check it out y’all)

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

(Check it out y’all, check, check, check, check it out y’all)

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Fuck jumping the broom, honey moons, I, I hit the pot

Soak me up like a mop, know I’m up, know there’s levels

Staring down at the devil, hello, guess I got the memo

Pulling strings like Geppetto, you just a puppet, fellow

I came out of the tomb, don’t drop a L, uh

You don’t want to see the evils, which I dwell in hell

To excel, this shit never fails, always excels

They been swallowing sons before the double XL

Sex cell, ex ask why it never work out

I guess I exercise too much, when I work out

Shows too turnt out, return home burnt out

Now I got to hear all the shit, that you heard 'bout

Can I live?

What, these niggas want me off a bridge?

If I say it’s turnt down, do I burn that shit?

Truth is, if it ain’t real, I don’t feel it

If it don’t hit my spirit, I don’t get near it

And that’s point blank period, know some niggas that fear it

Same niggas who know that we the illest

Lines so deep a great shark is what I reel up

Hit the flow and it can’t go realer, my whole camp gorillas, nigga

(Check, check, check it out)

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don’t jack my style

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don’t jack my style

Jack, jack, jack it out

(Check my style)

I stand juxtaposed to all my Pro’s, realest illest niggas I know

See these foes biting the flows, they even jooks the pose

I guess my CD really shaking the coast

Cause this really be the year that I feast, capisce?

Nothing defeats the beast, I speak my piece

Know niggas in the streets that heat seek for me

Release and squeeze

Might put a Halloween between your spleen

Retreat or trickle down to your last pound of green

Know what I mean?

This shit is like taking candy from the babies

Under these rappers is just a bunch of Now and Laters

They too sweet, plus they lease their Mercedes

Can’t be second greatest, I’m the best and def your favorite

My flow in-depth nigga, I got my wave up

It’s either get your tidal waved, or you could be my neighbor

Cause if I can’t eat, then you can’t either

I need to know, need the pizza dough, fuck I’m spitting ether for?

Yeah nigga

Reigning rap supreme in this bitch

Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too

Cause bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too

Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too

Bitches lie niggas lie numbers, too

What the fuck you gon' do when the Era come for you?

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don’t jock my style

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Check my style, check, check, check it out

Don’t jock my style

And I’m from the blocks where they sell

Cell blocks rock my mental

See them fake thugs that you see before can’t even spell

My flow spill with words you can’t pronounce, stories you can’t tell

Check my style

Check, check, check it out

Check, check it out

Welcome back y’all, you’re listening to WPRO Brooklyn.

That was «Big Dusty»,

the new single from Joey Bada$$ and I am turning on the A/C 'cause that joint

is hot.

Joey is here in the studio with us right now.

Say «Hi» Joey and tell

the people where you from.

Yeah, is this mic on?

Oh yeah, like, you know,

I’m from, I come from Brooklyn, New York.

You know, I was born and raised but

ah, my my parents from the Caribbean.

You know, my ma’s from St.

Lucia and my pa’s from Jamaica.

So, you know I play pretty close to my roots