[DJ Premier]
 The real....remix
 More MCing  and DJing
 From your own mind  ya know?

 "I I guess right now we should start the show"

 [Guru]
 Please baby  we gettin G's  you know the steez baby
 Ain't no if's  no and's  no but's or no maybe's
 The vibe'll drive you crazy  almost break your neck
 Again we take respect, remember Just To Get A Rep?
 Sportin baggy pants, mackin stackin finance
 Bold figure, older nigga, yo watch me advance
 Used to be a small cat, now I'm all that and more
 Puttin the pressure on, catchin rep from the dog
 Pure secure, injectin like the fuckin doctors
 Smoother than silk, more milk than Louie Pasteur
 Ask yourself, "Do you wanna mess wit this?"
 The specialist, turn the page, I bring the rage when I spits
 Then the set gets wet, I bring the crowd into a frenzy
 Leave you sleepin wit the fishes, see how them niggas envy
 Authentic vocal tone, transmittin like a mobile phone
 Welcome to my ghetto my man, hope you can hold your own
 I make you first name To The, last name Curb
 I gets grimy, stimey, who you? Revenge of the herbs
 I ain't seen you out here, and you ain't got no clout here
 Your style don't come across, you lost this bout here
 At five-eight and three-quarters, I be the warrior sargent
 Gang Starr, rippin clubs and bars
 Super-star studded, buyin rings that's flooded
 On the low, countin dough in this rap life I love it
 You know my steez

 "You know my steez" [Method Man]
 "Let em know, do your thing dog" [ODB]
 "Keep it live" *scratching*
 "To the beat y'all"

 [Lady of Rage]
 Check check check check it out y'all
 You best to back off, you jackoff
 Rage next to blast off
 Get wacked off cuz your half-ass is soft
 I bring it to you rough and rugged, chuga lug it
 Mothafuckers act like they hate it but mothafuckers love it
 I'm the raw dame in this war game, don't get your jaw tamed
 ?Or broken? I ain't no joke and I ain't jokin
 You know my steez when I stand and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies
 I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree
 Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together
 Make it mo' better to make mo' cheddar
 Puffin get higher than four centers
 Ask Coretta, Scott King on the spot
 Who's the Doc like that man uh, Mart King
 Keep march-ing, cuz when it comes to me and The Guru
 Like my man Charlie Brown said, the rest of y'all is doo-doo
 The butcher, the baker, time to meet your maker
 Tell you to your face, you ain't nuttin but a faker
 You're cheesy fo' sheezy, next to me you're measly
 Believe me, I kick that shit so sick I'll make ya queasy
 Now easy, Premier scratch that shit like fleas
 Three men and The Lady, and uh, you know my steez

 "You know my steez"
 "Let em know, do your thing dog"
 "Keep it live"
 "You know my steez"
 "Let em know, do your thing dog"
 "Keep it live"
 "You know my steez"
 "Let em know, do your thing dog"
 "Keep it live"
 "You know my steez"
 "Let em know---"
 "The mic"

 [Kurupt]
 Yo yo yo (who are you?)
 The monotone, melodic microphone
 Poetical mac-milly from Philly illy-syndrome
 Clouds'll form, which starts the wind storm
 And the young Gang Starr posse front in full
 Kick off like a gauge, then seek the stage
 In a seek-and-destroy mission to burn and blaze
 Vanish a few, K-U-R-U-P-T, R-A-G-E and Guru
 Let's simplify it nigga, just don't try it
 What I recite, ignite mics, my voice encourage riots
 I don't talk it, I live it, I don't give up, I give it
 I bring it, bust it, don't sing it
 Get in your veins, melt mics and spit flames
 Get in your brains, explode like propane
 Yo Premier (what) tell these niggas this our year
 Flow through like a breeze, murder MC's wit ease
 You know my steez, steez, steez, steez