MC Melodee & Cookin Soul - Check Out Melodee - Official video video free download

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Fresh remake of "Erik B & Rakim - Check Out My Melody".

Video by LPG Prod

Props to D.O.C.S. (Doing Only Crooked Shit) (graff) ,

LPG Prod (cam/video), Montana Store VLC (sponsor),

ImpeCorp (letters), JOALMO (Motion GFX), Mirelva (styling), Supremos BBoy Crew (dancers) & Pop Champagne Crew (Laydown Club)

LYRICS:

Check out melodee, yea that’s me

on the mic I get swift to the next degree

blessed with a gift, I be that E M C double E

making it hot, don’t stop, making it bubbly

gotta get up, step up, my crew aint cuddly

the beat chopped up, the rhymes is buttery

my mind set on top, I rock with modesty

shits bout to pop, I say it honestly..

stepped on the scene at sixteen, being a fiend

for the microphone, alone, know what I mean,

my style onstage unheard, unseen

I bring it hot, But never obscene

what I got packed up, is my routine

shits bout to pop, spit like a machine-

-gun, no static, yea my shit is clean

when I come at it, recognize a queen

HOOK

Turn up the bass, check out melodee, hand me drink

make sure my mic is on, while im doing my thing

I drop devious rhymes, with a Caramel skin,

cops came to bust, they took my shoestrings

tryna stop me from rockin? never my friend

come again? I couldn’t, dunno where to begin

like a baseball player, Im taking a swing

getting it in, homerun, Im making heads spin

when I hit a party my eyes detect

the mic at first I grab, doing it correct

back to the classics, pay my respect

but know who’s up next, when I attack

fellas hug me, bug me, while I props collect

don’t act ugly, love me for the stage I wreck

to my doggies, I know yall ready for combat

but yall better step down, lemme handle that

HOOK

My melody is me, your favorite dame on the mic,

my flow’s mad tight, to your ears delight

I punch with my gloves off, like in a street fight

When I bust MCs lookin for a place to hide

I pick a sick beat, when I need to write

check the crew who brings heat when its cold outside

so hot it hurts, so believe the hype

Cookin Soul leaves marks, like a dogbite

we bring flave, leave chefs outdone

lovin it all, greasy like a hotdog bun

takin off right there, where the R begun

young poets listen up, get your homework done

stand back, where u at, wanna rap for fun?

take a hike with my mic, wanna hit and run?

Nah cat, never that, ’cause Im not done

Because I'm number one, competition is none