* all KRS samples are from "Sound Of Da Police" off _Return of the Boom Bap_
 Intro: Dr. Trevis  Hurricane G  Redman
 Hahahahahahaaaaa
 [KRS] Watch out!
 Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside
 [KRS] Watch out!
 from Hell and beyond  the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
 [KRS] Watch out!
 a new ever! If you don't know  your bitch ass better
 [KRS] Watch out!
 axe somebody! Shoot em up!

 [Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color
 [KRS] Watch out!
 [Glo] We run you motherfuckers!
 [Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
 [KRS] Watch out!
 [Red] We run you motherfuckers!
 [R G] Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
 and a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain't shit!
 Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
 [KRS] Watch out!
 is in the motherfuckin house
 With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
 [KRS] Watch out!
 Yeahhh!

 Verse One: Hurricane G, Redman

 The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
 (Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks)
 Representin, comin out of Brooklyn, Flatbush
 you wuss, you can't push push in the bush

 Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond
 Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong
 The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
 bandanna, then I rock jams like Santana
 I move MC's like niggaz move keys uptown
 Red and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?!

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 [KRS] Watch out! We run New York
 Yeah

 Verse Two: Hurricane G

 (Hurricane G hit em one time)
 From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
 So I holds back what you took!
 I take my funk and my religion serious
 Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
 (hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!
 How dare you motherFUCKERS, forget about the ultimate
 funk, BITTTTTCH nigga!
 I got your wicked witch with a switch
 Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew!
 So what nigga, is it you wanna do?
 In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches
 For the real trick deez who can dig it
 Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
 Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back
 The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha
 on the rhyme since eighty-nine
 It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine
 Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
 Now! It ain't a nigga who could hang
 or pop yang, about a motherfuckin th-a-a-a-ang
 And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang
 I'm representin bitches universal!
 It go, one for the biz, on the bizness
 Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see?
 Hurricane and Redman original steel
 Latin Queens in the house!!
 So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!!
 (Titties, hahahahahaa)

 Verse Three: Redman

 The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block
 I'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks
 Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
 So you talkin that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?
 Verbally I crush, brains erupt
 Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust
 Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock-sucker
 And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers
 Every verse every word I preach
 Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see
 Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!
 I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing
 I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh
 Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest
 And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
 I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as
 eager, as nigga wantin my shit to dub
 Cause my shit be BANGIN like the Crips and Bloods
 Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
 I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke
 From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah
 I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall
 Motherfucker!!

 Outro: Dr. Trevis

 [KRS] Watch out!
 Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
 Come travel
 [KRS] Watch out!
 on our metaphoric futuristic type shit
 As we blow your brains like spliffs
 [KRS] Watch out!
 Dr. Trevis is outta here
 For the nine-fo' you stank... bitch
 [KRS] Watch out!
 Yeahh
 [KRS] Watch out