In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Bricki-di-roaw!
Steppin' out; the crowd throwin' bolos
Flicki-di-flame, owh!
When chrome forty-fours
Loadin' it up, packin' it back; ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail
God tried to bail
It's hectic
4-5-6, gimme ya grips
That's more dollars in them tongues
In them go-go chicks
Bitch, I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of cannon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, no joke!
And when I hit the pussy, call me Daddy Long Stroke
Or Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana-split, hot to spit!
Oh shit!
Spickin' ya, rippin' ya four or ya funds
I wet ya like a one forty-one watergunz
Cocky like Rocky; got ya scared to death!
So hold on, ya bitches, 'cause here come Red-Meth!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth, and we break ya fuckin' neck
Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Okay, the 'hey hey' baby
Me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special
And they pointin' at yo' nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin' sooner then you think
I knock a phat bitch outta bloomers
Givin' tumors, hardcore
Givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cipher
I'm winning; tell the news like Peter
Depending on any givin' day I'm representin'
The struggle; my great grand who lived through the linchin'
Oh yes, y'all, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess, y'all
Kool-Aid bustin' through the wall
Mr. Meth y'all
Hah-chu! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens; now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu
My uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' a track from Staten
'Cause that is where I'm from
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth, and we break ya fuckin' neck
Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Steppin' out; the crowd throwin' bolos
Flicki-di-flame, owh!
When chrome forty-fours
Loadin' it up, packin' it back; ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail
God tried to bail
It's hectic
4-5-6, gimme ya grips
That's more dollars in them tongues
In them go-go chicks
Bitch, I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of cannon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, no joke!
And when I hit the pussy, call me Daddy Long Stroke
Or Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana-split, hot to spit!
Oh shit!
Spickin' ya, rippin' ya four or ya funds
I wet ya like a one forty-one watergunz
Cocky like Rocky; got ya scared to death!
So hold on, ya bitches, 'cause here come Red-Meth!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth, and we break ya fuckin' neck
Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Okay, the 'hey hey' baby
Me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special
And they pointin' at yo' nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin' sooner then you think
I knock a phat bitch outta bloomers
Givin' tumors, hardcore
Givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cipher
I'm winning; tell the news like Peter
Depending on any givin' day I'm representin'
The struggle; my great grand who lived through the linchin'
Oh yes, y'all, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess, y'all
Kool-Aid bustin' through the wall
Mr. Meth y'all
Hah-chu! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens; now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu
My uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' a track from Staten
'Cause that is where I'm from
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth, and we break ya fuckin' neck
Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
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Cheka Lyrics as written by Andre G Weston William D Hines
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