Intro: Kamaal (Q-Tip) 

Phony rappers who do not write 
Phony rappers who do not excite 
Phony rappers, check it out, aight 

Verse One: Kamaal (Q-Tip) 

Yo, I was riding the train 
And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain 
Let's battle 
It kinda took me by surprised 
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize 
I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin to lose but um 
But I got to do this shit real quick so um 
Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine 
And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok 
Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that's what he said 
Then I came back and just fucked up his head 
Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV 
Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City 
Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task 
To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down 
Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that 
You wanna bring it to me, where you at 

Verse Two: Phife Dawg 

Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation 
When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation 
He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall 
I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls 
Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip 
Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit 
Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton 
Finally I banged his ass wit the verbal assault 
He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed 
That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed 
Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose 
Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice 
Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes 
To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes 
Because an MC like me be on TV 
Don't mean I can't hold my shit down in NYC 

Phony rappers who do not write 
Phony rappers who do not excite 
Phony rappers, you know they type 
Phony rappers, check it 

Verse Three: Phife, Consequence 

It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker 
Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker 
Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing 
Not enhancing, you sound tired 
Oh, shit, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends 
Sitting there, lying to no end 
MC's for me make things happening 
Talk about a world but in a form of rapping 
Who will be the captain of this ship 
If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit it 
Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks 
Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak 
Let me stop sounding all bitter 
Ghetto child, never be a quitter 
But don't be a phony in the litter 
Take it as a letter from the better 
Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta's 

C: Yo, Phife, you need a condom 
P: Word to God, mess around 
I catch Aids from Mc's being on my nuts too hard 
C: Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard 
P: And what's your blvd 
C: LP, I represent naturally 
P: So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony 
Or else I bend that ass like elbow macaroni 
Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real) 
A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step 
C: (So on your mark) get ready, MC's be jetti 
Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty 
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's 
From Brainslane down to Hempstead 
P: Yes 'Quence, see over 
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler car Nova 
I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona 
Villanova, un, un, Kentucky 
Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me 
Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it 
C: And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it 
What?