Yo Duke  you're dead wrong
 You'll never have the skills like mine
 I write the ill type rhymes
 Now I'm reaching my prime
 360 dunk in your face
 You can't compete  you're just a basketcase
 Let's separate the men from the boys
 And put your money where your mouth is
 No time for toys
 Your game is weak  get it  so don't sleep
 Cuz I'll be checking and wrecking ya
 When I start to creep
 Through the backdoor
 I know I caught you out there
 You got no clout here
 And I doubt there
 Is anyway that you can stop the beatdown
 You better play the background
 And sit back down
 Chumps like you, I gotta keep'em in line
 So prepare to suffer boy, cuz now you're mine
 (DJ Premier scratching)
 I'll fake you left and go right
 Straight down the lane
 Here's one in your eye
 You feel pain, you strain
 To put together some strategy
 But you're raggedy, and i'll be glad to see
 The frown on your grill when i drill and thrill
 Set out my offense, commence to kill
 I'll be leading from beginning to end
 And after I guard ya
 You're gonna wanna make friends
 And make amends for the silly trash you were talking
 Take a walk and your shots I'm swatting
 With ease, and the ladies are swooning
 Clocking my swiftness, why you drooling?
 You oughtta practice up and get your game with mine
 I been waiting to guard you, and now you're mine
 (DJ Premier scratching)
 Hurry up, sucker
 Go ahead and pick your squad
 Try to play hard, but I'ma rob
 You of your crazy notions to defeat me
 Your weak see
 I rock all courts
 And even get down to give you a rematch
 After I wax and tax that butt
 When I slam the alley-oop
 You can rally troops
 But I play the awesome defense
 I'll pick your pocket
 And send you to the bench
 With tears in your eyes as you realize
 The prize is for me
 Yes all the money
 Son, my flow is too nice
 My handle's precise
 I'll fake you right and go left
 Because my game's so def, and now you're mine
 (DJ Premier scratching