Este hermano esta enloquecido, amigo!
Try to play me close and get loose
Try to play me close and get loose [bad word]  my ears are burning hot!) [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] my ears are burning hot! [bad word] [bad word] [bad word]  [bad word] my
ears are burning hot!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

[Verse One: Fashion] 
 [bad word] my ears are burning hot
I think I got fakin the funk [bad word] up in my spot
They know I'm gonna blow
So they press up on
The crew like gets dissed
Like a fool when I'm gone
SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,
CLOSE MY DOOR!
I gotta whisper cause I got
Some [bad word]  ears on my floor
They're tryin' to catch on
To see who I'm givin' the hoot
There it is square biz
Don't say my kids
[Psycho Les] 
All these phony [bad word] wanna shake my hand
And behind my back talk [bad word] to the next man
Click, bam, a hit to your block,
you got beats, but stop!
Your [bad word] is wack!
[Fashion] 
Yeah, you better keep it subliminal
Cause I don't play, some say
My style's type criminal
And we can get down, yo for real
Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!
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[P. Les] 
Try to play me close
and get ghost, sucker!
[Fashion] Beatnuts forever, die
hard [bad word] 

[Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion] 

You see me and I see you
But you still want to act like
You don't see me, cool
Years ago an A&R dissed
Our [bad word]  demos and said
That [bad word] was scarred [bad word]  YOU BIG-TIME [bad word] YOUR FOAMIN'
YOUR LABEL'S [bad word] AND YOU'LL
REGRET IT IN MOMENT
Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils
And still, you [bad word] your skills

You remember the time, only after I performed
You called my hotel door, you want
to blow me like a storm
But Blue, no matter what you do
You can't trick this kid
Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!
 [bad word]  

[Verse Three: Fashion, Psycho Les] 

Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous
Word up, cause I be strapped
like the Secret Service
The cops [bad word] me down for
the guns I be wielding
I'll murder a force to get lost between buildings
Time to go to war, it's been a
raiser, now I'ma flip
Rippin more niggaz than an axe in a horror flick
Doin mad crime, I remember the days well
The demon inside of me had
invited me to raise [bad word] 
I don't want to have to snuff nobody
I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi
Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
Beatnuts forever, die hard [bad word] 
Lyrics: Hellraiser, Beatnuts [end]