Dred Scott - Check The Vibe (Instrumental)

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Dred Scott is highly underrated as a producer!

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Yeah check it out check it out Check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe {Sometimes, I don't know if I'm here.. Sometimes, I don't know if I'm there.. Sometimes, I look and see the sadness in your eyes Sometimes, I don't know if I care..} Check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it Wakin' up the mind, wakin' up the soul Sunshine from the brother, let's take a stroll A jeep goes boom, a mother holds an infant I hear some buckshots goin' off in the distance I see the visions of my brothers no longer here I hold back a tear, wind whispers in my ear The kids in the middle of the street I see 'em playin' catch Make it from the one cause the socks don't match But with the ancestor both the young kings are blessed A man and a woman leave the church overdressed Far from the Lord, close to the Benz My mother hit the lotto now she got a lot of friends A young girl starin' in the car to the right I smile back, taken by my own sense of sight The cops drive by to do some more good deeds And a young black male spits the sunflower seeds in the air {Sometimes, I don't know if I feel Sometimes, I don't know if I'm real Sometimes, I look and see the sunlight in the sky Sometimes, I don't know if I care} Check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe I check my vibe, I check that vibe Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it Tests of the strength as the young mack stare A black queen is judged by the length of her hair Self-hate grows and it flows like a flood The light-skinned black's lovin' the slavermaster's blood To be grown up is what the young girl want See the childhood is short like the life of a blunt Fertilize your egg cause he whispered in your ear But you won't have his kid cause he got nappy hair To the game I'm true like the sun first rose I'm real like my man Michael Jackson's first nose Wind blows let the tiny baby take the first step But at the same time the old man takes a last breath from the air {Sometimes, I don't know if I'm here Sometimes, I don't know if I'm there Sometimes, I don't know if I feel Sometimes, I don't know if I'm real Sometimes, I look and see the sunlight in the sky Sometimes, I look and there's a sadness in your eye Sometimes, I look and ask myself I wonder why Sometimes, I don't know why Sometimes, I don't know}