Hanley is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and is a member of Black Hippy along with Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar and Ab-Soul.
In 2008, ScHoolboy Q released his first mixtape titled, ScHoolboy Turned Hustla and followed up in 2009 with Gangsta & Soul. In 2011, he finally released his first album titled, Setbacks. Later ScHoolboy Q released his sophomore album titled, Oxymoron in early 2014, followed by Blank Face LP in 2016. Oxymoron was also nominated for Rap Album of The Year.
Check 2 1 2
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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Yo, Dave, drop that shit, my nigga
Check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Uh, back to the boogie, boogie to the bang
Bang to the rhythm, rhythm to the slang
Slang to the booth, booth to the truth
Spittin' all these words for the
Wise and the youth
Youth to the majors, them to the lasers
Beams to the cream, crack rock to the fiends
Fiends to the jails, jails to the tails
All of your dreams that you
Thought it had failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack dealin'
Look at the ceilin', stuck in prison
The walls peelin'
Hatin' every day in your life
Knew wrong from right
Don't despite, now you payin' the price
A nigga at your home layin' the pipe
Your wife livin' a life
Son fell in school, punked in a fight
I keep it real with you, say
I give you a real scripture
Money over bitches cause bitches
They will hit you
Movin' at a good pace, never lose a race
Providin' for your family
Keepin' food on the plate
Your money flows, doin' good
Stay on your toes
Sell out your rolls, fuck it
Let the music control and take over
It ain't cool to be a street soldier
Just somethin' to think about, shit
Now I'm out
Uh, yeah, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone?
Uh, ayo, word on the street
GED ain't got spitters
Like I ain't one of LA's known crack dealers
Known cap-peeler, might be the pipe shit
The beat beat a price, yo
I guess I'll be the light
Born to the flame, dived into 'cane
Distributed cats to heat
Distributed cats defeat
The corner like peripheral
Sneakin' like I tippy-toe
Everythin' I write up in my verses, yeah
They fit me though '80s with the '90s flow
Mixin' with the gangsta and the soul
I got it under control hip-hop is mine
I'm throwin' you niggas signs
I'm makin' you step your game up
Lyrically, see, I came up from nothin'
My back turned from frontin'
All about my fetti
Stayin' sharper than machete
Eatin' rappers like spaghetti
Who can fuck with me? That young Nip, 50
That Bill Crispy, the Benjamin
These niggas softer than a cinnamon roll
As I compose, my body arose up from the dead
Every since Nas dropped that one album
Put his flow over my corpse
I came up with a torch
Hit the studio and comin' with force, yep
Kaboom guess who stepped in the room?
Nigga been a nut since I shot in the womb
I blow like balloon
Thank you guys for some of your time
Top five, nigga, dead or alive, Q
The lyrics of ScHoolboy Q's "Check 2 1 2" is a self-praise to the rapper's exceptional performance and lyrical capacity as he flaunts his style and skill, asserting his dominance in the rap game. It's a motivational song that emphasizes the importance of perseverance, hard work, and dedication to achieving success. ScHoolboy highlights the struggles of ghetto life, the drug trade, and the consequences of making bad decisions that hamper progress. The verses point out his rap proficiency, how he has honed his skills to perfection, and his confidence in himself to compete with his peers.
The opening bars "Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone. Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2" displays ScHoolboy Q's mastery on the mic, setting him apart from his contemporaries. The subsequent lines delve into his life's journey, tracing his roots from the streets, hustling, and struggling to becoming successful in the rap industry. The imagery portrayed is vivid and thought-provoking, evoking a sense of empathy towards those living the street life. The last lines of the song "Top five, nigga, dead or alive" emphasizes his significant contribution to the rap game, his unrivaled skill, and the impact he has made in the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Check 2-1-2
Let's get started, check if the mic is working
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone?
Who can perform better than ScHoolboy Q on the mic?
Uh, back to the boogie, boogie to the bang
Bang to the rhythm, rhythm to the slang
Slang to the booth, booth to the truth
Spittin' all these words for the
Wise and the youth
Youth to the majors, them to the lasers
Beams to the cream, crack rock to the fiends
Fiends to the jails, jails to the tails
All of your dreams that you
Thought it had failed
Let's get back to the old school of hip hop, flow to the beat and rhymes to the language. Delivering knowledge and inspiration to the young and the old. From underground to the mainstream music industry, reflecting the harsh reality of drugs and their effects on people's lives, ultimately leading to incarceration and shattered dreams that were once within reach.
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack dealin'
Look at the ceilin', stuck in prison
The walls peelin'
Hatin' every day in your life
Knew wrong from right
Don't despite, now you payin' the price
A nigga at your home layin' the pipe
Your wife livin' a life
Son fell in school, punked in a fight
Succumbing to temptation and greed can have a detrimental effect on one's life, bringing chaos and misery to oneself and loved ones. Falling to the wrong side of the law and being incarcerated, brings added insult to injury, and a lifetime of regret to dwell on. Losing control over one's family, and living with the shame and consequences of past actions for the rest of one's life.
I keep it real with you, say
I give you a real scripture
Money over bitches cause bitches
They will hit you
Movin' at a good pace, never lose a race
Providin' for your family
Keepin' food on the plate
Always staying true and honest, telling the unvarnished reality of life. Putting financial stability as a top priority, and keeping oneself safe from toxic women, who can only bring harm and destruction. Living life with a steady pace, never slowing down or falling behind, always providing for one's family and feeding them.
Your money flows, doin' good
Stay on your toes
Sell out your rolls, fuck it
Let the music control and take over
It ain't cool to be a street soldier
Just somethin' to think about, shit
Now I'm out
Securing a steady cash flow, staying vigilant and watchful, sometimes selling one's possessions for the sake of the art. Letting the music take control and lead us to unchartered territory. Discouraging people from becoming street fighters and criminals for the sake of bravado. These are some ideas to mull over. Now, the song is finished.
Uh, ayo, word on the street
GED ain't got spitters
Like I ain't one of LA's known crack dealers
Known cap-peeler, might be the pipe shit
The beat beat a price, yo
I guess I'll be the light
Born to the flame, dived into 'cane
Distributed cats to heat
Distributed cats defeat
The corner like peripheral
Sneakin' like I tippy-toe
Everythin' I write up in my verses, yeah
They fit me though '80s with the '90s flow
Mixin' with the gangsta and the soul
I got it under control hip-hop is mine
I'm throwin' you niggas signs
I'm makin' you step your game up
Lyrically, see, I came up from nothin'
My back turned from frontin'
All about my fetti
Stayin' sharper than machete
Eatin' rappers like spaghetti
Who can fuck with me? That young Nip, 50
That Bill Crispy, the Benjamin
These niggas softer than a cinnamon roll
As I compose, my body arose up from the dead
Every since Nas dropped that one album
Put his flow over my corpse
I came up with a torch
Hit the studio and comin' with force, yep
Kaboom guess who stepped in the room?
Nigga been a nut since I shot in the womb
I blow like balloon
Thank you guys for some of your time
Top five, nigga, dead or alive, Q
Rumors are rife that the General Educational Development (GED) doesn't produce excellent rap talent, but that's not true, as I am one of LA's most popular crack dealers. Q, known for his sharp shooting, and a formidable threat to have. The rhymes that I write fit the style of the 80s and 90s, mixed with the classic swagger of gangsta rap and soulful bebop. I own the rap game and am determined to show my strength. With my sharp wit and unmatched talent, I quickly rose to fame despite the difficulties of my past. My enemies can't touch me, from the young Nipsey to 50 Cent, none can compare. I am sticking with the big bills of 100 dollars: the Benjamins. Others are weak like a pastry, as I write my flow, my body becomes alive once again. Since Nas' critically acclaimed album was released, I took inspiration, took up the torch and hit the studio with vigor. Here I am, who just appeared? A nut who got his first shot in the womb, ready to take on the world. Thank you for spending your valuable time listening to my music, and, unequivocally, I am one of the top five dead or alive MCs, Q.
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Noe Saldana
Wow this shit bangs