A brand new kid in showbiz
 With knowledge I persevere
 But now do me a favor, lend me an ear

 And we can find the rhyme to fill in space
 And drop the bass with a taste of light
 Lyrical perfection, see I'm equipped to um
 Open your mind like a Christmas gift
 It's '89, the new school is needed
 Originals, see nobody can do it like we did
 The D-O to the C-O, a deuce not a trio
 Me-o, mi-o, spin a chump like a gyro
 Hard, dangerous, suckers angle this
 Cut is raw, why? Cause they can't handle this
 Loot to bring, and I take a second to rock the rhythm
 And stay smooth like a prism
 A Portrait of a Masterpiece, It's Funky Enough
 Cause Dre told me it has to be
 A little stronger, to I make not a mistake
 I'm too much on the hype tip, Dre break

 Circle an answer, it's a multiple choice
 Who's the kid with the golden voice?
 A, the brother upon this song
 B and C, I don't know, but that answer's wrong
 Pure simplicity, it's the D-O to the C
 Most incredible, unforgettable
 On a mission, the man kids want to be
 Like that, cause I'm one in a mil
 Hype producer, creator, maker
 Making it now but I'll do it for you later
 In the mix Dre put his hands on
 (Scratching) Now that's a hell of a song
 I show and tell what should be told
 And say it with conviction and proper use of diction
 So that it's easy to understand
 (Who can do it better?) Huh, no one can
 '88 is gone, and all you big shots
 Have graduated, in other words made it
 So it's a new year to start a new time
 You need to know what's on my mind so lend me an ear

 Hold the riff, sucker, cause we don't need that
 It's so don't standing and my mic don't feed back
 Break, you're broke, he got up and forgot
 I drop science, and put his neck in a knot
 Trying to hold what can't be held
 So the punk records jam, I don't give a damn
 I do it in a different class, so what's up?
 You wanna break? You're all the threat of a buttercup
 As knowledge coming, I'm coming never sleep or slip
 I fall on the serious tip
 Stop and stutter trying to think, your brain is soft
 Words are clogged in your throat, you're coughing on
 The boss, straight from the South
 Word is bond from word of mouth
 So let the nation be hip to the fact that I'm the great one
 Until I sung, no damage done
 Peace, a dream we all dream together
 Dope forever together in a nation of one
 Rising and showing no fear
 Yo, lend me a motherfucking ear