Kool Moe digga Dee days  Spoonie Gee days
 Furious F I V E days  the phase of the sheepskin craze
 I rhymed in the times of the ain't no day sweeter days
 I remember Puma and Adida days
 Of the mockneck wearing  bagging females talking days
 Paid mad loot for my British Walkers
 And if somebody scuffed 'em I'm a snuff 'em
 And rough 'em up with loving, and stuff 'em in the oven
 At 450 degrees until they tender
 Cook 'em bust 'em open with the lyrics I surrender
 I splash on the wack-ass crabs with my juices
 Slide up in the night, and tie up they nooses
 And let 'em hung in the sun til the brothers come check 'em
 No jive, that's just the way I wreck 'em

 I can't stop don't stop rocking to the rhythm
 Cause I get down, see I get down, see I
 Rock for a while, groove and got style
 Great class, debonior, and a vicious profile

 Fat Boys used to rip 'em with the ha-ha stick 'em
 Till Dougie went and got Slick Rickie D
 But if there was a jam anywhere, niggas came and got me
 I wind up, see I let it fly free
 Let it land where it may, see I got three aces in my hand
 I got the high joker, the low joker
 So what you gonna do nigga, you can't understand
 How I flipped the script and I ripped as I smoked ya
 I come from Brooklyn, went to school in Manhattan
 The Fat Man from uptown put the Bronx in my rapping
 Though money I'm earning cause I'm still learning
 That the world will keep spinning, turntables keep turning
 My name is known from Brooklyn to Mount Vernon
 There's dough in my pocket, but don't you be concerning
 Yourself with my physical health, you ain't no hit, player
 I can see through you with my Jemini CAT scan
 A B C D E F G H I, the J is in the house, not the One the Emini
 Who am I? I'm that old funk soul sensational
 Shows that I throw is only invitational
 You cannot get in with your man and your friends
 I'm not bitter, not fazed with the glitter of your Benz
 If you remember this you'll be down with the click
 Running with one big bad bald black son of a bitch

 See I can't stop don't stop rocking to the rhythm
 Cause I get down, see I get down, see I
 Rock for a while, groove and got style
 Great class, debonior, and a vicious profile (Repeat 2x)

 I've seen hotter days, Afrika Bambataa days
 Malcom McLaren was humming in my larynx
 Running through my throat like a Supreme Team note
 No one was nicer than Himmy Spicer when he wrote
 Dollar Bill y'all, Dollar Bill y'all
 To the B-I double L bill y'all
 We used to say "eying" now we say "gat"
 We used to say "funky fresh" now we say "phat"
 Can you feel that? (Brother I can fell that)
 Now tell me you can feel that (Brother I can fell that)
 Check it out, see rap's been around for ages, it amazes
 Those who thought it was a phase it's contagious
 It was go East Coast, now it's go West Coast
 I don't care where you're from, you don't boast til you roast
 Four five six niggas with the hair pin triggers
 Shorty think he bad cause his man a little bigger
 His man started yelling "Shut 'em down, shut 'em down"
 So my man started yelling "Shut 'em down, shut 'em down"
 His crew started yelling "Shut 'em down"
 So all my motherfuckers started yelling "Shut 'em down"
 Brooklyn in the house, nigga, don't you forget it