Black mens gettin hip, DOIN WHAT THEY LIKE! I lay buckshotsHood, madman, I rip up stagesLay down your wages, I'm wild like Larry DavisExtra, extra, pick up a clip. And he goes by the name of, uh...HOOD! Bounce the beat for the beat pole cuz beats are bein yelled One, two mic check, select for the ruffneck Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got )By the beats that I bump, I kick and drop bombsI'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the pettyA musical badder bastard, I'm bad newsI'm crazy and clever, cut holes in crewsDeath on the phono, my skills are doloYou say 'oh no', you bitch ass homoI bag up waste, electrifying, I'm primetimeI slaughter slime, I'm the greatest of all timeSick ass brotha, nasty ass niggaPump slugs in your face and jump that ass in the riverTwo tears in a bucket, fuck it, kick the can (SAY WHAT, SAY WHAT!!! Yamaha (YAY-HA-MAY!) Like a like (SEE SICK, SEE SYKE) To my dragon, baby, stop whining Smoke him up later, if not, then sooner And slip away, and off to the Poconos )Interrogation for the knockin of the boxThe boom-box ruler controls the medulaNone come cooler, I win like ShulaSo bust out the moves as you start to pursue herIntensified mind, non blunt consumerTip will come booty (WELL, IT'S ONLY A RUMOR! Only your sacred and pure Don't run from a blim to West I bag up waste, electrifyin, I'm prime-time In-terrogation for the knockin of the box To all ends like the Battlestar Gallactica Make sure your selection Artist: A Tribe Called Quest