[Redman]
 Alright everybody move back from the ropes
 If you don't move back we're gonna turn this music off
 and that's my word  move back!
 Word is bond let's get this shit goin
 Word up  it's the Funk Doc in the house
 say hell yeah! HELL YEAH!
 Say fuck yeah! FUCK YEAH!
 Word up  it's the Funk Doc Spock you don't stop
 It's my man KRS you don't stop
 It's the girl Angie you don't stop
 With the hah haha ha haha hah!!

 [Angie Martinez]
 It's the Butter Pecan Rican speakin deletin
 other radio jocks that think they competin
 they pre-sweetened, like candy, I'm hot like pepper
 Big up to Sandy but my name is Angie
 Martinez, what a true microphone fiend is
 Steppin up lovely with MY, AD-IDAS
 through your speakers, representin
 boriquas, and all hip-hop rhyme seekers
 You may think I'm crazy right, but I'm crazy hype
 Slay this nice y'all, everytime Angie grab the mic
 I jams it right tonight, not the hardest
 But peep the style of this Puerto Rican Goddess

 [Redman]
 Aiyyo yo yo yo, stop the music!
 Aiyyo back up off the ropes, man, word up!
 Yo get from the off the ropes
 Now aiyyo yo yo, KRS-One, come again the selector!

 [KRS-One]
 It's been a long time but we made it, you waited
 You gettin frustrated cause these MC's in trainin
 Skills on the mic for a royalty save it
 Pullin down rap so that others can't make it
 They can't fake it in front of KRS they naked
 That same old MC trend I'm here to break it
 The highly conceptional multidirectional
 Hot in ninety-seven so I guess I'm flexible
 Rap relieve stress so yes I guess it's medical
 All your wrecking and raping is still theoretical
 Redman, you know you must understand (Whatup?)
 Redman, you know you gots to understand (Hah! Whatup love?)
 Angie, rockin with the one BDP (Ha, haha)
 Representin right now at Hit Factory

 [Redman]
 One two hah, and you don't quit
 It's Kris and Angie with the ultimate
 One two hah, and you don't quack
 It's Funk Doc smoke weed and don't smoke crack
 Hahaha, hah, and you don't quit
 Hoohahhahah, and you don't quit
 I rock jams like, Samsonites with mics
 Stage two boomin system and flood the lights
 The lyrical, fo'-fo's lettin off like suppose
 Reggie Reg is rockin on the ra-dioooo!
 Hahh, huh, the oooh-child too chill
 Caps peeled, Someone In My Bed like Dru Hill
 Raise em up, cause I feel my spot can't be touched
 No time for the Pauline jack, hit the clutch
 Shotgun what?? It's the high exalted
 Ruler of the buddha, the cash make my pockets
 stick out like a tumor, for the consumers
 I get busy with La Pluma, detonate the bomb
 to make you hibernate sooner, certified luna-tic
 My click run deeper than Charlie Tuna
 Kahunas, raw for the able key movers
 all over the hood like them Crooked I coolers
 Bang maneuvers, from Jerz to Vancouver
 Back to the Bronx with heartbeats ample looped up
 I Blastmast like Kris, funk abyss
 like a phone chauvenist with a Roley on the wrist
 Sike! I can afford it, less I slaughtered
 three platinum niggaz and none of em prerecorded
 KRS-One need to be runnin for office
 So Butter Pecan Rican -- tell them to get off his