Intro:
 Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun

 Verse One:

 All of that fuss was as my raps crushed
 niggaz to slush I bust rhymes to Ice like Just
 I spark thoughts, I get Biz to go off and
 smoke rappers, who can't blow up July 4th
 Jam, it runs in the fam when I slam
 Shaq-Attack, I Ja-pan like Ro-dan
 I rip sets and wreck and get lifted like a gym set
 Hit the deck, I get more milk than Wheat Chex
 Who am I? Joe Sinistr, come on down now
 Ron but I G, when I rock like Me Phi
 Fire drill, I burn rappers like Marshall Bill
 Licensed to Ill, my crew gets fresh like Chill Will
 I'm shit hot, I drop like sex in my 'plex
 I'm in deep some say it's similar to Loch Ness
 When I draw with my funk niggaz from the Yard
 They hit em hard, so EN GUARDE!!

 Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples...

 Verse Two:

 The Big Bang, my dick hangs like Klu Klux
 I'm too much, I rap sick like... niggaz with the lupus
 I got wears to the gears looka here
 I got more skills than, Cheers have beers
 I shoot bop pops, we call his cough drops
 It's Tojo, some say I'm more evil than the walla
 I start fume, my rap packs more than carpools
 I crack heads, like the Dead when they spark fools
 Cough in the record, nasty foul like Patti Austin
 Wanna be startin, I lose more kids than the
 orphan-G from straight up like, if you want beef
 I socks punks and wreck it from the jump like fair beats
 Beats, instant replay
 I got Flavor like the Units who led, Mr. DJ
 Who split the loose ends, Off and On like Trendz
 My rap bends, my god, kids, how I accent!!

 Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun

 Verse Three:

 Hellelllell yeahhh I get, more Fresh than Bel-Air
 My rap triggers, that pack more niggaz then welfare
 I got Speech, a-aight, I hit the temple I rock chrome
 Some say I'm not home like Mr. Wendal
 My nine's gonna bring you more drama than Tawana
 My rap blasts'll run through more track than Jack Horner
 Joe struck the puff, more Mighty than the Duck
 to get props, when I Wreck Shop like A-Plus
 Cos that's how I feel, I'm real, let's not deal
 But I shoot em up, to slang on pop steals
 I kick diction, I'm more hot than Hell's Kitchen
 Gates, The Man Without Face like Mel Gibson
 Weed fair, hit the Phillies lit I rap like a grip
 so rough, I gets it up for that chilly bitch
 My style rips reals, here's the deal
 Get out or, get killed like a fuckin soldier in Israel BITCH!!

 Da-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun
 Wa-dum, da-dum, here comes the peoples from under the sun (Repeat to end