[Chorus: Eugene Record sample]
"With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello)
A few short words, and what d'you know?
Oh, what d'you know?
Here comes..."

[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
Down, like water, fresh out the clouds, clown
Ground you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhyming
To all – rise and shine, give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to Bert and Corey
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me, Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days
My ways of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind
Sorry to dis–appoint, but dis–joint's–mine
'Splay your indie, but say no
More or I'll blind you like Spit did to Ramo
(Through the dirt) And edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase – we got wars to win
Scores to settle, crews to crush
You rush right in to see us do it with a smile
It's Long Isle, y'all (Long Island!)
Longevity sustaining my celebrity stats
From AM to PM, y'all seemin' more foul, y'all
I was told to step righteous, so when it's done
Everyone will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
Shining his flash in my face – I'm bound to see the light
[Chorus: Eugene Record sample]
"With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello)
A few short words, and what d'you know?
Oh, what d'you know?
Here comes..."

[Verse 2: Dave]
Ayo, I'm up against these walls here, my back's stiff, straight up
Dazzling and razzling broads like I'm little Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, they don't drop
Caught drama every time these commas don't drop
Pop spots like lint on your shirt, the net works
So shoot the rock, homie, in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we bring on six
I circumcise the track, you just a dick – overlapped and hooded
Skin repeated like Stuttering John
I repeat like yesterday, it don't stop (Yeah)
George of this poor like Pop, puttin' Scarlett
In a place she believes much better than your lies
She say she lookin' better in my eyes – bullshit!
Same crock she done ran to Duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the puddin' on her like Bill Cosby
I tried to speak my piece in court but Judge Mills paused me!
Bi-focused, we die hopeless sometime
You'll cry your poker face, you oughta try it one time
God is a iPod standard, download demanded like slaves on trial ("We want free!")
Man – cock, aim, ready, it's time you MC it
See, you rappers bust BB guns
Graffiti run through my veins since cable with the wired remote
Woodgrain like your widest spoke
[Bridge: Ghostface]
C'mon – Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin' through the broom since we were 8 years old
Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original – ya heard? C'mon!
Pretty Toney and De La Soul
We was rhymin' through the broom since we were 8 years old
Take us back to '88, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of kids so original

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad manners, who got 'em?
We kiss cannons for Scrams and his crew, and his wack dancers
Biting is forbidden, pa – pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny – boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman chased by a group of men
With dyna-mics, real Hip-Hop'll do you in
Floor you like Duk-koo Kim, I'm loo-loo'in
Hula hoop on bitches cuckoo for brand new pins
Cutmaster Killah, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets–next to Uday and Qusay
Hop in the booth, shoot the P.A. and just play "Whoop de, whoop de"
Used to boost Spaldeens and snatch a dude's toupee
Since tuning into T La Rock and AJ
Ghostface' gats is fresh squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls, you could go cruising in my OJ
[Chorus: Eugene Record sample]
"With the ring of a bell, a soft hello (A soft hello)
A few short words, and what d'you know?
Oh, what d'you know?
Here comes..."