La Schmoove  yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)
 [Poc Fu]
 Yo  when I was small they used to tease me
 because my hair was peasy  hard and greasy
 But now I'm livin well like George and Wheezy
 So easy (WHAT?) does it (YO!)
 Is it  because I'm  rockin    beats  beats  beats
 Fu Manchu'n cause I'm doin what just had to be done
 Now we in there like swimwear  girls callin me hon
 Give me hugs, little peck, mucho tongue, lots of sex
 Nuff respects to my bros that live on five-six street RIGHT
 I'm smashin monster mashin boom bashin in a fashion
 which is wild now I smile when I whip-lash MC's with my style
 Call me Cuckoo, I'm makin buku, bucks
 I'm geared and fully prepared to tear all MC's that are, smuks
 For bros who sleep and cavity creep and listen when I talk
 as I soothe in the groove, cause I'm smooth like Mr. Rourke
 Doobely-zoo Mr. Wu, no need to be rude, but F.U.
 cause I ain't got nuttin to prove

 La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)

 [Chip Fu]
 'Leave it to Beaver'-arriva, derci
 Heavens to mercy ba FU sayanora
 adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe
 Mr., Chip Fu, about to wreck shop
 With the Judo (CHOP!) a Judo (CHOP!) a Judo chop CHOP!
 Yo, zilch kaput me nada none son
 I don't think so, so take a look at
 a Superfly big Jimmy the Honeynut Cheerio Bee
 ba schnicker bah snchnucker
 I ams what I ams that's all what I ams
 My lyrics are never done
 I'm the big John Elmer Glue the Elmer the Fudd
 Al Bundy the Bud Light stud
 Come like tongues lashes, with the quickness
 Moc and Poc is, my witness
 Ask the Kung about my tongue and the styles that I brung instead
 I'm the Ali Babi cutty rankin shuba-dib-da-dabble
 Jaw Boy Wonder Bread dread, BUM BA READ
 These lyrics ah-come out of mi head, BUM BA READ
 Mr. Chip Fu's gon stay' di-di, da-di-di, dra-dread
 You said I couldn't rap, but I really wrecked shop
 and I don't stop drop, I get props
 I pick up the mic drop a style and pattern and fashion
 and all MC's jaws drops down
 My accent, you're mockin, my clothes, you're clockin
 Rippin MC's to smithereens to their
 ribbidy-diddiby-Pippi Long-STOCKINGS
 So don't step to Chip, I'm on the La Schmoove tip
 You'll say "Drats I really failed again plus he sank my Babble-ship"
 So oooh, shit G, wa-wa or biscuit?
 Rip it and be specific doin it terrific when I kicks it
 Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang, Pepe LePew, Pepe LePew
 La Schmoove, yo I ain't got NUTTIN to prove!

 La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)

 [Phife Dawg]
 Now here I go, once again, with the ill flow
 Other MC's that rap, their style is so-so
 Phife Dawg was never the type that ever lacked skills
 I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill
 Twenty years of age, but yet I still see KNOWLEDGE
 And this year, was so-called, my Senior year in COLLEGE
 But I chose to pursue, in a field called music
 And with some hype beats and breaks you know I won't refuse it
 Get on the board lay down the track and I'll do ten laps
 Pass the pen, pass the pad, and I'll kick nuff RAPS
 Just come inside your jam and witness who is boss
 and it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
 As small as I am, I still can pack jams
 Do a freestyle, and step, but yet I still slam
 Not tryin to say that no one can get with me
 Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery
 Name one rapper that you know who has this high-strung voice
 My name's Malik and I'm unique, in other words top choice
 Nothin commercial bout this, it's mainly hardcore
 Now that you got what you want, do you want more?
 (UHH!) Because I got more in store!

 La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (4X)

 [Moc Fu]
 MC, the Shining One, a.k.a. The Golden Child
 I have a grin at times, but then throw up a fake smile
 Vaseline Intensive Care, don't fear mon frere
 'Cept I say, everybody that rappin, G pull his hair
 Back in the groove, it's no way you can handle this
 Shit so fly, that you can call it scandalous
 Cause I mani-fest in, words that I'm preachin
 Unleashin, you now seek the sounds that I'm teachin
 I hear NOT see NOT, knots to makes butts ROCK
 I rides rhythm to the beginnin, then won't stop
 The Chinese Son of Sam, the Skipper's Peter Pan
 The rootinest tootinest cowboy in the East
 Releasin, a new type of lyrical lingo
 Single,  The Alarm , the girls cooties I will tingle
 No expiration date, so you know I won't EXPIRE
 No skippin a weekly check, so I don't have to RETIRE
 Write, the ca-pital, M.O.
 Chip Fu with the Kung-Fu givin shouts on my show
 Ir-regular styles is here too
 Tripped, boo-boo, you first made a mistake
 Not Alexander but considered to be Great
 Great, but, like the Grape Ape
 Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break
 Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken
 Movements on the slick, takin the train you need a token
 I guess not, cause you pause for the cause
 You either bitin your nails, or start pickin straws
 Holy Mick I'm livin large just like trunk jewels
 Nuff respects to many minds, Ah-OWWWWWWWWWWWEE!

 La Schmoove, yo we don't got nuttin to prove (8X