Intro: 
 [bad word] Word is bond, these cats been on the mic fantasizing a LOT So called MC's, wannabe rappers and all that, whatever You get your knot rocked kid, yo [bad word]  [bad word] You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time (repeat 2X)

 Verse One:
 [bad word] So just perhaps, you wanna challenge my style of rap Talkin bout you bust caps, we know that's just a pile of [bad word] The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your [bad word] at You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and lit up just like some Dutches now, see I'm hard to define My mind travels far, from ghettoes to galaxies representin GangStarr -- The street life The reason why my mic ignites, I bring [bad word] than a nightclub fight, or bar brawl I'm swingin lyrics like broken glass palm to skull y'all Hold your head, cause all that weak [bad word] is dead See the times are changin, and me and my peeps is gettin crazy fed So remember when you writing your rhymes Stop fantasizing, and bring some real [bad word] next time Yeah, bring some real [bad word]  yo [bad word] Verse Two: [bad word] Yo, I do what I have to do to master you and capture you Until you recognize, what my rapture can do You thought I wouldn't step up, to keep my rep up I ain't them other kids, I don't need to play no catchup I got too much pride for this, I know some niggaz that'll ride for this, with me it's do or die for this Street knowledge, intellect and spirituality My survival package, as I deal with reality I'm like Fishburne in Hoodlum when [bad word] to do em Chew em up, spit em out, the most respected no doubt You seen me in action so act you been knowin The G-U-R-U, of the Gang, I've been flowing just like the river Niger all the way to the Hudson Had so many lyrics stashed, and I couldn't wait to bust some Lately, I've watched this game evolve and elevate So now I push my music like [bad word] dealers push weight Straight like that, straight out the gate Cause it's never too late, to set this [bad word] record straight But it is too late, for you and your crew son You had the audacity [bad word] against me, the gifted one? And Primo with the tracks, to inspire my next line You've got no wins here, so better luck next time 

 [bad word] (cut short in 2nd repeat at I rocked you in your knot...)