(Keith Murray) [Funkmaster Flex cuts and "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this I'ma set off this, check me out Now these crazy niggaz, drinkin crazy, pussy, out of straw Thinkin they hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of I think them niggaz is gay having a party with no DJ [Protect Ya instrumental comes on] I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck We stay with the lethal Click on the mic run like roaches Now they got me up in my jewels be dangling my single be singling I with the hardcore Redman please come off the wall with more
(Redman) Yes y'all I come down the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all Smuckers Freeze, come like EPMD LP's y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes who's To get they whole set like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra We with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough on the mic dynamite
(Keith Murray) We here to a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet a shit is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that shit I represent intellectual And leave your click holier the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL up No need to ask who is he so we get Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of rough cities I'll to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya 'cause a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain Drink lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your As as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love confrontation of amp Break your motivation murder camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers Blow the spot like Branford Niggaz comin and acting wild Redman the smile off that kid
(Redman) The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your Watch, what level next, I'ma this ghettoness A something for the wicked and beyond John can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper These Def mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms Vietnam I a bag of herb from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all fantasies on the island To come back home with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I keep you half-stashed in the Plus you boo boo kept shit down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with This bass I rock, this I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and go incidential Motherfucker keep the beat on deck! While we wreck his whole set! [Flex into the Zulu War Chant]