"None of that's true"
 We do it not you
 That' why I got you
 stuck on
 to my style like glue!
 The crew
 definitely is back again
 but I'm back to win
 so just tell a friend
 that I'm still
 twisting and bending
 minds and rhymes until the very end
 with the rhymes
 and the loops
 stomping out wack troops
 in my big black boots
 collecting respect and the loot!
 From the way I grab the microphone
 and execute, "iahp's" think I'm cute

 (Bootie Brown)

 (SAY WHAT?)
 Yo man, I pay them no
 attention I stay deep into
 the cut cause I leave the
 tricks alone cause my name
 is not David Copper-Filled
 pockets, never net a man
 who don't hate it
 so let it be stated
 niggas couldn't fade it with an
 edit,
 and Xerox M.C.'s
 are pathetic, they tryin' to
 duplicate but their comin'
 out synthetic
 the name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget
 it.

 (X2)
 Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
 Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
 Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
 We do it this way
 We do it this way

 (Fatlip)
 I step toward the MIC grinnin'
 the lyrical imperial award winnin'
 rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it
 because my shit be poppin'
 like gin & juice I seduce these iahps to get
 loose
 when I'm droppin'
 these rhymes on drums
 like my nigga Def Jef
 my style is more unknown than what happens
 after death
 I come fresh like your breath after your brush
 wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed

 (Slim Kid3)
 Well it's apparent that many
 are so transparent you
 can't believe ya eyes when
 ya starin it's ghostly and
 mostly the wise who
 yeah they just run these games
 before ya eyes to tell you
 lies framed in gold glitter
 for many moons I've been
 a go getter took miles of
 manure from the purest bullshitters
 now them mutha fuckas ain't wit us
 to get us
 m-walk shake the cut through their
 neutro-transmitter

 (X2)
 Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
 Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
 Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
 We do it this way
 We do it this way

 (Imani)
 You must respect me
 because I come directly from my internal
 while my eternal
 infernos steadily towering
 and over-powering
 all sour sounding wishin' wishy-washy
 competition

 definitely wack and lackin'
 and stable ammunition
 change ya mission
 men and listen
 my way your salutations
 get no validations
 just rejections and ejections
 outta my Hitachi

 (Slim Kid3)
 Come on and taste the real
 step on inside and confide
 in the feel I reside
 by steel waters just a gear
 on the wheel no fear on
 the steel just a son of Jiva
 who won't leave my field