[00:17.700]Yo I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick
[00:20.255]Microphone check 2 2 1 2 1 2
[00:22.881]Big up all the Monsta Island massive
[00:25.824]And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
[00:28.508]Who ask me what we don't got that you got son
[00:31.07]For one flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son
[00:33.631]Secondly ever since I was little
[00:35.766]Not so much to riddle least rhyme to the syllable
[00:38.448]Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
[00:40.887]With no hands I chop these drums off
[00:42.694]Truly yours G Rap
[00:43.882]Actual fact relax
[00:45.134]In this land of lyrical loss black
[00:47.198]I'm not the cool sleet stack
[00:48.890]The one who might stop and talk to you
[00:50.761]Poison to few ni**as who be bitin styles I'm like pork to
[00:53.446]Oooh what you got to lose Let mud fly
[00:56.215]When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
[00:58.963]So I ask why the style's from the cess
[01:01.338] shit be ****in with my eye as I pull it to the chest
[01:04.277]The super mutha****in'villain grip the mic wit an iron hand
[01:06.715]Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin'pan
[01:09.88]It ain't no use in tryin man
[01:10.780]Son stop cryin
[01:11.776]Frontin'like you death-defyin'
[01:13.26]You need to stop lyin'
[01:14.338]Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
[01:17.88]Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin'you
[01:19.340]With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor
[01:21.217]Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator
[01:23.778]**** around the only ni**as who could hear the same sound (who)
[01:27.407]Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
[01:29.405]（Yeah yeah only them two ni**as ）
[01:31.29]And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up
[01:34.591]（True true）
[01:34.969]I'd like to say hi
[01:35.967]It's high fly the odd Merlin
[01:37.281]That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling
[01:39.471]Who i own bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
[01:41.969]Who see God never see God earlin'
[01:44.531]My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
[01:47.283]Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most
[01:49.844]With numb gums some rhymers is lake toast
[01:52.219]Back to you MF Doom you late show host
[01:54.909]S to the U to the P E R-uh
[01:56.846]Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror
[01:59.842]Thriller co-star or in a realer drama
[02:02.280]Who break bread with stingy kin-men indian borrower
[02:05.158]Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes
[02:07.907]Single-handedly with one eye closed
[02:10.34]In a fly pose no shirt a lae a
[02:12.595]May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
[02:15.158]That's in a smash way how he did it
[02:17.670]Mutha****a probably couldn't peep it past a minute

Yo I'd like to check this microphone before I start right quick
Microphone check 2 2 1 2 1 2
Big up all the Monsta Island massive
And beware before I triple dare you like the last kid
Who ask me what we don't got that you got son
For one flow that's elementary my dear Wat-son
Secondly ever since I was little
Not so much to riddle least rhyme to the syllable
Keep tracks that make a Arab thief clap
With no hands I chop these drums off
Truly yours G Rap
Actual fact relax
In this land of lyrical loss black
I'm not the cool sleet stack
The one who might stop and talk to you
Poison to few ni**as who be bitin styles I'm like pork to
Oooh what you got to lose Let mud fly
When I got blues I chew whole crews that's bud dry
So I ask why the style's from the cess
shit be ****in with my eye as I pull it to the chest
The super mutha****in'villain grip the mic wit an iron hand
Throwin emcees to the fire from out da fryin'pan
It ain't no use in tryin man
Son stop cryin
Frontin'like you death-defyin'
You need to stop lyin'
Speak your piece only once you're spoken to first
Now lemme hear your verse while I'm chokin'you
With bubbly fine rhymes like a editor
Throw them to my collection of skulls and spines like Predator
**** around the only ni**as who could hear the same sound (who)
Was Jet Jaguar and James Brown
（Yeah yeah only them two ni**as ）
And I'm glad I took the time to write their names down to big 'em up
（True true）
I'd like to say hi
It's high fly the odd Merlin
That's quick to whip up a script like Rod Sterling
Who i own bad bitch who used to whip the Sterling
Who see God never see God earlin'
My man Grimm had his little monkey like Space Ghost
Me myself I got flavors that out-taste most
With numb gums some rhymers is lake toast
Back to you MF Doom you late show host
S to the U to the P E R-uh
Who chronicle these times in a 3-D horror
Thriller co-star or in a realer drama
Who break bread with stingy kin-men indian borrower
Lone gunmen who candidly flip fly floes
Single-handedly with one eye closed
In a fly pose no shirt a lae a
May see me stack the quarter-mill cash pay
That's in a smash way how he did it
Mutha****a probably couldn't peep it past a minute