I can't stop
 I really don't care about those other carbon copies
 Don't stop Bobby  don't stop

 [Verse 1]
 Yo  I'm the microphone champi on
 Any stage you get me on or let me on
 My ambi once is one step beyond
 Then my song is a correspond with the audi once
 Experi once the Renaiss once  my reson once is really on
 Wonder Twin powers activate
 Put the tape on  I can take on any shape, form
 Size or weight, shape of Activation Voltron
 Imagine all the microphones in the world I spit it on
 Imagine the next MC step to me gettin' shitted on
 You can even ask the girl about the bed we did it on
 I hit it from the back to Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it On
 Don't get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in uniform
 Sippin Don Periogne, Shawn Don, fillet mignon
 Long horns stick and move until the cameras come on
 Until the cameras are gone from there on, dusk till dawn
 Get your grind on, now put your panties back on
 Thank you for your cooperation
 Rahzel, on your Hot 97 station

 [Chorus] X 2

 (Baby crying)

 [Woman]
 Oh what's wrong Rahzel?
 You're trying to sing?
 Don't worry baby, when you grow up you're gonna be a star!

 [Verse 2]
 Yo, I'm one of the illest vocalists to ever turn the mic on
 Let me download my sound, catalog the microns
 (Computer noises) Turn your website on
 WWW dot transmission d-d-d-d-d-dot sitcom
 Got your girl buck naked on the cover, right on
 3-d visually enhanced on your cd-rom
 EP-rom, erasable, programmable and only
 Memory accesible when you're pc's on
 We can battle for your soul like Ki Yong Song
 We can battle for your girl like Rae Dawn Chong
 Yo you're mother's so fat she wears a three piece thong
 Made of polyester-cryllic, rip stop nylon
 With a skully cap that stretches three feet long
 98 degrees outside, with a sheepskin on
 I play you and your mom like Donkey Kong
 Check this out

 (Videogame noises)

 [Chorus] X 4

 [Verse 3]
 Yo we got the hottest, wildest fiber optic
 Double O 7 James Bond, talkin in your watch shit
 Watch this, Baywatch shit
 Topless, there's no way you could stop this, spotless
 Keep the flame up in the cockpit
 (?) on some New Kids on the Block shit
 My worse man is nothin' but profit
 While you keep secrets and gossip
 The Officer, the Gentleman
 Chiseled out, President, call me Lou Gosset
 This is for the players who pop shit
 Frontin like you got shit
 PHD, without the doctrate
 If it wasn't for break beats, you'd be rhymin over my shit
 Often transformin on stage, the Super DJ
 2000 beats per minute, with an arcade
 Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours with an upgrade
 Call the paramedics to fed-ex some first aid
 My cahlistenics been magnetic since first grade
 We can battle in the doorway or the hallway
 We can take the shit to the street, off and on Broadway
 We can battle where you buy your cheap ass clothes in front of
 Comway
 We can battle in the passenger seat of your motherfuckin Hyundai

 [Chorus] X 4

 [Chorus2 with variations til fade:]
 Doo doo doodoo doooo
 Doo doo doodoo doooo
 Keep it movin'
 We're movin' on
 It's time to get down

 Rahzel, Roots crew, what, yeah
 Uh huh, break it down what, Ice diggy
 Hollis crew, Irv Gotti, what