[Common]
 I'm not tall  but can I bust?
 Like the double dutch  going down the street
 I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to
 And to me  yo  my shit be sounding sweet
 It's like doo rock  doo rock  oop
 I chew with my group  chicken and we couped in a hoop
 Deee! Somebody's breath is smelling poo
 Geee! Tone  is that you? (I don't think so)
 I'm one time  two times  three times a lady
 Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-bee
 Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da
 When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah"
 Cha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goes
 Yeah nigga, I'm fly, so keep your fucking mouth closed
 Ralph goes "Rasheed" and I be saying "Boo!"
 Bitches welcome back Common with the "Oooh oooh ooh"
 And this is how I wreck it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
 This is how I wreck it, do doo doo do doo
 Now one two check ir, I'm as Def as a Leopard
 It could be, it should be, it is? Holy cow!
 I'm grass hopping like the ?common Billy section?
 Not the Godfather, but I lounge like a stepper
 Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait
 (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ
 I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like
 Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white
 And that makes me mad
 (Backwards scratching) Who's bad?

 [Ynot]
 Now can I bust in this era, I'm a plus like addition
 And listen, I'm dishing out shit like a chef
 The love is the Late Show, showing you the ladies
 You late on the show? Oh we the greatest show? You right
 To might right, raise, to my left, boom bap
 In the back, Blazay Blah, so get the fuck out my face
 Oh what a disgrace, you can't disgrace
 Boys I'll erase you boys to mincemeat
 Human means T, O's, N's, why's this is just a tease before my album
 No bum is out, I'm out to parlay you Fritos
 One chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the sound
 Exciting as a big zap
 I frighten those biting when Lord jabber tighten when tighten taken to loose
 Ynot's no loser but I lost your real mind
 I find you, finder's keeper's so you mind too
 Your mind can't match mine when I do mine
 Call mine, my mouth is a fucking gold mine
 More chaws like monster jaws, I get ate like the balls
 I got to rhyme, too, I climb you like a stepson
 No weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel
 Snakes in my file
 Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers
 Who diss that who go on about fashion
 Fasten your seatbelts til he melts to ice
 T.O.N.Y.'s backwards, nevertheless
 I attack nerds, fuck what you heard
 Hey, gone when I finish, women and niggas say "Damn, Tone"
 That's busted

 Bust it out, chant chant
 Common Sense you know is running things
 Let's show you we know you run it down
 You ain't seeing us though we running things
 Yeah, you know they running things

 [Ynot]
 Usually I'm the second voice, this time I'm the first choice
 In the rhyme, I'm no prancer, so what?
 Momma mock me, here's your time to jock, G, don't jack me
 Don't pack no axe like a savege
 I ran track stars back to their crib, create craters
 In there, I'm holding one for fun
 One tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis
 One plays croquet, and Blazay plays the cut
 Still make the women say "Hey"
 Yodle lay hey hee hoo, in my way dead
 Yo I lay she hoo, in my bed
 Ask Common, I did your momma, nah I took it easy
 Of hard hail, on a scale from 1 to 10
 I'm rich, I own Ebony and Essence
 And Essence say I'm strong cause with the pen I've been a Bad Boy
 A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause she's good
 Should I say more? I see more, I see more
 Sea shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and play Yatzee
 Ynot's the posse, dressing tight, yo I'm friendly
 Who's the master, the weak-minded say I rock too strong
 The short-winded say I rhyme to long
 So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasant"
 No, let me stop, chow, baby

 [Common]
 Baby, baby, baby!
 Kids call me coffee because I *jugga jugga jugga* drop!
 And you don't stop, don't put on the red light
 While I rock player, niggas I coach more than John Thompson
 I'm in your town, George, I got it made like Florance
 I'm getting bigger than the lips on Martain Lawrence
 *Mmuah, mmuah* It's like, it's like this
 A Sermon like Erick, did a B.A.P. just like Tists
 Wham! I knocked you over, but can I get a witness?
 I shoot the gift rapping, and wish you a Merry Christmas
 With he quickness is how I rip this, can you dig it?
 Well if not, then dig this, this is the way that I flow
 The pimp of hip-hop, I make you say "Ho!"
 Don't hear me knocking, like I said, like I said
 And this is the story about a man named Jed
 Got some lead for those hefiers, yo I rip it out
 My weapon, double decker, I come from 187
 And I do work undercover like a cop
 Stop in the name of Com before I break your arm
 Plus I'm down with the U-Ack and Bushman
 Peace to the Beatnuts, peace to the Pharcyde
 Yeah, you know what time it is
 Yeah, that's how it is

 (The silliness continues til the end