Geesh!
Yeah, all the time
New school, old school (a'ight!)
Keep it on and on

Uhh, yeah

Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell
I've got the ill technique so you know me well
We be kickin' bass, all up in your face
And when it comes to beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace

Now if you check my pulse, it beats skull snaps
I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac
So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye?
I got to do my thing and that's no lie

Well, ice is cold and fire is hot
When it comes to competition, we've got them locked
U-N-I-T-E
A little shout to Ian and little Zoe

One can wonder why, but can't deny
If we could work it out, it would be so fly
We'll never know unless we try
So tell me, party people, what's your Zodiac sign?
Breakdancers of the world, unite!
"Oh shit… yeah"

Bboys of the world, unite!
"Well wicked"

I went inside the deli, and my man's like, what?
I write the songs that make the whole world suck
I need to break it down every chance I get
So, Ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set

Automation, circulation
This is for the people all around the nations
I got books with hooks, and it looks like rain
Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane?

Now rhymes are mantequilla on a track by us
I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust
If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope
And if you wash your ass, you best use soap

People of the world, you realize
We got to get together and harmonize
I feel I'm comin down with the boogaloo flu
"Explain to me really what doctors must do"
Ravers of the world, unite!
Come on now

We're the scientists of sound
We're mathematically puttin' it down
When lightning strikes, best grab a ground
Got to get up to get down

I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak
Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak
I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece
I wear permanent press so I'm always creased

Mike D with the rump shakin' action
Do it like this for the intergalaction
I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible
I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very sexual

Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew
In Money-Makin', it's how we do
I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule
In the next millennium, I'll still be old school

High roller, big baller
I call 'em crullers but you know they're called crawlers
I keep it movin' to the broad daylight
Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight!)
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on
Keep it on and on, keep it on and on

Hahahaha...
Ah, with the rump shakin' action