[Intro: Phonte]
Okay, we runnin it now
Like this baby, feel it

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Yo, get out your pens and pads, get out your pads and pens
Guitars, keyboards, 8-tracks and your mandolins
Its real music, real business that we handlin
Bout to bring the real shit back so stop the panickin
Go cast your votes on it and put your folks on it
Pushing my Nissan but still payin notes on it
It ain't a classic till that n***a 'Te done spoke on it
Holy Grail shit, call the Vatican and Pope on it
With our immaculate flows makin the fans cuckoo
Smackin my hoes leavin em bamboozled
I'm not a teacher, just a grand pupil
A Pit Bull walkin hard and talkin shit over these damn Poodles
That ain't housebroken, there's no way I could be outspoken
As long as 'Te is on the mic, and 9th is mouse holdin
If n***as from the South ruin - the head doctor got your spouse chokin
With her mouth open, get it right bitches

[Scratches/Samples by DJ Flash]

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]
Let's get it on n***as, they thought they could hang with us
Their bad, just a pain to us, we trained to flush
Out the weak links that's chained to us
Real cats can't afford to give slack
We battle back, now the League's in search of the ring
Championship watch us do our thing
Made for TV after-school specials and prime time
The latest talk shows, now every broad knows
And every squad goes to all of our shows
It's so beautiful and that's the usual
Heavy rotation, played on every radio station
US, Asia, even hero every vacation
It's so plain to see it's so plain to me
This is not what I do, this is who I must be
And its not just me cause it's just we
Hip Hop passed the torch, now I rest comfortably
[Scratches/Samples by DJ Flash]

[Verse 3: Chaundon]
I ain't Full Force but I can smell your feminine fragrance
So foul, rappers started callin me flagrant
Bein top dog is my duty
And I agree with Teddy Riley, when you on the mic I see booty
All your TV time's obsolete
Why would I need BET when I got hits on the street?
Fuck who I offend when I say this
Cause your name showed up first with an asterisk on Wendy Williams' gay list
You're so wack I can't stand it
Your rap book is holdin onto more junk than Fred G. Sanford
You nicer than me? N***a please
You can battle like samurai and still take an L in Japanese
If my name's in your mouth, every time the wind blows
I'll toss your Microsoft ass out of ninety-eight windows
Tough talk n***as be scared on the low
Every time I come around they speak in binary codes
Got em wishin all day that I disappear
Cause I keep startin new shit like freshman year
I'm about to climb the charts like "Pardon me dogs"
I keep motherfuckers jumpin like lottery balls motherfucker...