My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
 [bad word] with the limericks and [bad word] #39; strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
When [bad word] to keep it real I keep it really wrong
At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention
That I am well aware of your wack intentions
To usurp my prose you so and so
It's my primary bone of contention
I tell you everybody I've had it
With all these people with static
I'll go insane if it don't rain
Sucker MC's are problematic

I love it when you hit those switches
curve ball's what my pitch is
So here we here [bad word] 
Like dum ditty dum
I keep all five boroughs in stitches

The sound sounds sweeter through the echolex
It'll spin you around and throw you in a hex
Until you feel no pain inside your brain
All your worries are soothed by the sound effects

Read it in the Post and the Daily News
Listen everybody let's show improve
Don't let me begin about heroin
Living six feet deep just ain't the move

We're giving you soul power
I like it sweet and sour
When [bad word] to rhymes and beat designs
I'm at the control tower

Tell me what makes you so afraid
Of all those people you say you hate
Just give it one time for your mind
And let's try to negotiate