Rewind...
 Heal up  real up  bring it back  come rewind...
 (Erick Sermon)
 Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan
 Godamn  yo  watch me slam
 Taking the bassline  freaking my lines
 Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump
 Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged
 Pumped it for the Hit Squad  yo  they cold dugged it
 You know my style  man, yo, check the stats
 Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch
 Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects
 He gets respect when he's rocking wit the set
 He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage
 Yo, but don't be afraid
 Can produce hard tracks like this
 But don't shut him down, put him on the funk list
 Live in color, a smooth brother
 If I had to pick a DJ, I couldn't, word to mother
 So George, hit me wit the funk scratch
 Then after that black, come back and rewind that
 George, hit me wit the funk scratch
 Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that
 Chorus
 (PMD)
 I'm def, it's my turn
 Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track
 I'm all that, down, rippin
 All over the place, yea, check em
 (Yo, yo, yo, yo, MD, yo, hold up money grip
 yo get off that bullshucks
 Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,
 yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)
 Record mode, set the EQ for Dolby
 Step back, check yaself, punk, you don't know me
 I flow, G, (say what) multi mil see
 Brother on fade to black, YO!, and BET
 For my grill in the Source wit the record force
 A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss
 The name is Mic Doc, don't forget it hop
 The kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom box
 From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route
 So make way, time to roll out
 Can you wind it and mine, primetime
 He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)
 Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack
 Damn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozack
 Shockin P, clockin P, when I'm rockin see
 You're not Parrish Smith, so why you mockin me
 You're just a wannabe, you wanna be me
 Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, G
 No time to battle rap, F that
 I'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black
 I'm outta here, peace to the hardcore
 Bring in the hook while Scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw
 "My style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"
 "Don't forget I'm... crazy swift"
 "How can a brother be so nice" -- 2X
 "Master on the beatdown"
 "Huh forget it I'm constipated