Verse 1 ( Malique ) 

I got a show tonight gotta be there at 8 
7.20 now Im gonna be there late 
Jumped in the shower, usually take an hour 
10 minutes 8 seconds grab the towel 
Blue polo, match with a blue cap 
Evisu, sketched with a cool tag 
Funky fresh, Issey Miyake 
Kicks crazy like Mr Miyagi 
Kissed gin, jumped in the twin turbs 
Wastegate shreak, now feel the wind burst 
Grabbed the mic, did the first song 
Lost focus like something was wrong 
Last night endo, or coulda been the bimbo 
We did pop tango in the morn we saw mangos 
Yea crazy ish, amazing ish, 
And now I should be blazing ish 
But then I start to stuh stuh stutter 
Far from buh buh butter 
The crowd stopped cheering, they couldnt make up the 
lyrics 
Fact is, they couldnt hear it 

Chorus 
I forgot my lyrics 3x 
Now tell me what the hell am I supposed to do now? 
I forgot my lyrics 3x 
Now should I leave this ish and kick a lil freestyle? 

Verse 2 ( Malique ) 

No not yet, Joe got my ass backed 
When something bout to come out my ass crack 
Thanks bro, jump back in 
Mil finger in the crowd lose track again 
Im not a choke artist, never happened before this 
Embarrassing moments caught on cam recorders 
Should I kick a lil freestyle? Joe save the day like 
Clark in Smallville 


Aiyo Que, Chill, let me step up cuz 
My boy stumbling on his lines, yo that happens to the 
best of us 
Yo I gotcha back, signaled by moving my eyebrows 
Till I heard booing, why now 
We were on verse three I just did verse one 
The same verse twice since the song begun 
Its like a curse, when we gone be done? 
Like Fred Dursts career yo we gonna be done 
Hell nah, its time I kick a little freestyle 
Time to flip the script and get buck wild 
All of a sudden the needle broke 
The disc started skipping (choke) 

Chorus 

Verse 3 ( Joe Flizzow ) 

Man I feel like crawling under a rock 
Even the sound man laughing yo this bit gotta stop 
Thats when the hero stepped up to the spot 
DJ T-Bone dropped it like its hot 
J.Ci turn the spotlight on him 
Wheels of steel on fire yo he hot right on it 
Pumped up the jam like he Technotronic 
You know the techniques sonic, boom like Guile 
The room got wild, crowd crazy bustling 
My man crazy hustling, wax crazy he juggling 
Crabs to chirps and three click flares 
He quick and fast, turntablism at its best 
Thank god for the DJ, how he dropped the funk 
Turned the show around and the place got crunk 
Like they know whats up, now they hands in the air 
again 
Lesson learned next time Ill be less arrogant 

Chorus