Yeah, nineteen ninety-three
 Uh-huh (UM-UMC)
 Bring it

 [Haas-G]

 Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
 Oops upside your head because I Marx ya like Groucho
 Aiyyo I'm not a slouch so, ladies scream and shout (HO!)
 Brother work it out (BO!) static bo bo bo I blow
 Hard like the wind then I'll spin ya topsy turvy
 I serve thee, here's a fruity orange for ya scurvy
 I'm my own lucky charm in the middle of my pants
 Wanna dance, I wind up and bogle on that ass, yo
 Rico, I'm suave, Benito, I drive a
 Crowd to get wild from the aisle here comes a style
 I'm the undisputed master of charisma party ripper like
 Shaq I be nimble, I be quick, I see the wack
 MC's who need some style
 Tryin to fake moves on my two I sonic boom ya like Nile
 Cause I'm the wildest, crazy kind of guy born free
 I'm Haas G (awwww) I got the shit to set you free

 Woooo, yeah, yeah, ha ha
 For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)
 For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)
 For my peoples yo, for my peoples

 [Kool Kim]

 Hey yo I be the rough rugged MC with The Streetcar Named Desire
 Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
 Now I heard you had the matzo
 I put my peoples on the show and TAKE IT
 if we want it, so nigga don't flaunt it
 Now you tried to be the Don of, the hip-hop nation
 Yeah your beats is kind of fat, but your lyrics, starvation
 Now you're stumped, you gotsta have the skill to make it thump
 Ya damn, anal wart, herpe bump, your lyrics don't make me jump
 Now, I might crossover when my dough is all spent
 Because ain't nothin, goin on, but the rent
 I come from S-T-A-T-E-N-I-S-L-A-N-D
 And be the grand wizard lyricist, Kim UMC
 I serve the hot buttered SOUL on my hip-hop roll
 And yo I can't be undersold and, my word as good as gold
 I won't fold under pressure when your girl let me undress her
 My eyeballs out of my head like, my dear Uncle Fester
 Gave myself a future career from the days of Blue Cheese
 And now there's one thousand two thousand three thousand UMC's

 Uhh, yeah yeah
 Yo, UMC'n type situation in the house
 Yo, I got one question for the masses kid, one question

 [Kool Kim]

 Hey yo, who gets sex to my rhymes? HEY!
 C'mon, who gets sex to my rhymes? UHH!
 Cause you know that I can cha-cha, with Nina, Maria, Sobrito
 Bendejo, y Chocha, el Mixo, completo
 So parles vouz couche avec ma se shwa
 Me and Haas G, and Sousie, menage-a-tois
 Now, I bag the mad honies round the world for sport
 And then I get up, get up, inside she boom boom shots

 Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yo, check it out kid
 Yo bring em down street kid, yo bring em down (bring em down)
 Yo bring em down street kid, yo break em down

 [Haas G]

 Aiyyo I roll rope, on my boat, gently down the stream I turn
 Hood like Robin, now I'm out to get the green
 Cause I'm the lean mean rap machine at the fingers snap my team
 tighten like grave men when I ain't misbehavin
 Yo just gimme a little light, I grab a mic I get started
 To cold act ill, uhh, get retarded
 Then I take off, I Jetson, like George when I wrecks em
 God bless em, I leave em raptified when I hex em

 Right on, right on, right on
 Yo, check it out
 We wanna do it like this for nineteen ninety-three
 First and foremost, the major shout to the mighty UMC crew
 I wanna say whassup to my peoples Ruckus
 I wanna give a massive shout to three-two-one
 I wanna say whassup to my peoples Cold Crush
 All the way down to Ill Breed
 I wanna say whassup to my Oran B
 And Cool Craig is in the house
 Staten Isle's in the house
 Staten Island comes first everytime
 Brooklyn's in the house
 Queens is in the house
 Uptown's in the house
 Bronx is in the house
 I wanna say whassup to Long Island kid
 Yeah, UMC's forever, always, we out