Yes, something of a different pace
Fresh, Hits from 97' make haste
Now, I believe the time is right
How, stepping from the left to the right
So get, ready for the rhythm in check
Direct, believe me you aint heard nothing yet!
I will, volunteer my lyrical skill
Until, the skoop reaches 15 mil
Go deep, right into the middle of the beat
Stay sweet, in everyway, 7 days a week
On Time, give it to you line by line
The source is the power of the force in the prime
Its new, structure of the sour unveiling
Go twice around the world and still keep on changing
Panic, some get confuse and can't shake
They feel static, built up by the charge in the free
I can't have it, I need true spirit representers
A skill ever ready strong team of inventors
And I got that, that's why my beats sound so fuelled,
This is the format, something you've never heard before...

Do you think that you can hold on, when the beat gets too strong and you feel that you need help to move along
Do you think that you can hang tough, when the rhythm gets ruff and the DJ says "I think you've had enough"
Do you think that you can digest, when I start to digress, better get yourself a lyric proof vest
Do you think that you can compete when you hear the fat beat, you need stamina like an athlete
Unique, continue the future technique to full heat, let the microphone burn when I speak
Alright, now were getting into this sound, pick it up, shake it up, turn it upside-down!