Checkmark - "State Of The Art"

Greetings after a long hiatus, It's been over half a decade since my last post, and a lot has changed in the world since then; not just musically, but socially and globally as well. Thankfully, the dopeness of proper lyricism continues to shine steadfastly as our beacon of light and hope through these uncertain and troubled times. I haven't thought of this blog in mad long, but today's comes to you courtesy of Checkmark from Boston, Mass. I'm not sure how in twenty some-odd years of listening, curating and collecting hip-hop I managed to miss his former group Skitzofreniks, but as also a former emcee in the New England area, I wish to fuck I hadn't. 'Mark's flow on this reminds me of the first track I ever recorded, but that's not why I'm featuring it today. "State Of The Art," from 7L & Esoteric's The Soul Purpose album also feature satisfactory verses from Akrobatiks, Cadence, and Eso, but Check kills it. As always, link provided to listen!

Checkmark - "State Of The Art" (verse) by BlazeStar_VOD


When you want rhymes that shine, mine are brutal of course
Stay on the low like the dude on the horse, due to the force
Of Mr. Check's flows, my tape come with a neck roll
I let go raps, that other cats wanna echo (echo, echo)
Deck goes, rewindin' again, remindin' men
Bring your dime to the show, find yourself minus a 10
You're talkin' but you're lyin' again
At the Skitzofrenik auction, all your friends are like "I'm buyin' his pen"
They and can try and pretend like they're super, fly and get hemmed
Try me -- you'll be buyin' Heinekens in the end
For the supplier of gems, that'll hot-wire ya Benz
Slash ya tires, spittin' fire, ridin' ya rims
While all you rhymin' twerps come short like Simon Birch
I'm that jerk climbin' in dime's skirts, behind the church
FInd what works for you, and stick to it
Or get sprayed, by my dick fluid -- that ass, I'll rip through it
Mr. Check...