Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?
 Try to play me close and get loose
 Try to play me close and get loose
 (Damn, my ears are burning hot!)
 Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!
 Damn,goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!
 Yeah, yeah, yeah,

 Verse One: Fashion

 Damn my ears are burning hot
 I think I got fakin the funk
 Motherfucks up in my spot
 They know I'm gonna blow
 So they press up on
 The crew like gets dissed
 Like a fool when I'm gone
 SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,
 CLOSE MY DOOR!
 I gotta whisper cause I got
 Some fuckin' ears on my floor
 They're tryin' to catch on
 To see who I'm givin' the hoot
 There it is square biz
 Don't say my kids
 [Psycho Les]
 All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand
 And behind my back talk shit to the next man
 Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!
 Your shit is wack!
 [Fashion]
 Yeah, you better keep it subliminal
 Cause I don't play, some say
 My style's type criminal
 And we can get down, yo for real
 Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 [P. Les] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
 [Fashion]Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!

 Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion

 You see me and I see you
 But you still want to act like
 You don't see me, cool
 Years ago an A&R dissed
 Our fuckin' demos and said
 That shit was scarred
 BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'
 YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT
 Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils
 And still, you can't comprehend your skills

 You remember the time, only after I performed
 You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm
 But Blue, no matter what you do
 You can't trick this kid
 Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les

 Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous
 Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service
 The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding
 I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings
 Time to go to war, it's been a raiser, now I'ma flip
 Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick
 Doin mad crime, I remember the days well
 The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell

 I don't want to have to snuff nobody
 I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi
 Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
 Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers