[Haas G]
Start the tempo down slow
Now the vibrations penetrate
We track a rhyme coinciding at the rate of maybe
Ninety-six, or ninety-seven

[Kool Kim]
But anyway…

[Haas G]
Écouté!

[Kool Kim]
Excusez-moi! But anyway…

[Haas G]
Écouté!

[Kool Kim]
Pardon!

[Verse 1: Haas G]
All hail the UMCS
Like you did it last time in the past
Here comes an even greater chapter
Of my heartfelt expressive
Tune called rapping
It’s the Fruits of Nature
That inspires all the clapping
Low supplies will leave us slapping
Out cold each invader
I’m not Krusty the Clown
No I never played the
Background
Like the babbling buffoon
Sideshow Bob
Though I’m indebted to the job of
Breaking new ground
That’s what the UMC’s did
Hooked a fly beat
And pumped a jam with the kids
Now give it all up you envious
We’re moving on up like
Three men it’s a damn shame
You can’t give credits when you’re new
For the misinformed will be misleaded
By the mis-interpretating members of the crew
The U
MCs is not gonna have it this time
There’s nothing abstract about the picture in this rhyme
Haas G is not the leader of a posse
But I’m the unifying member of a clique
Now you know
The man is at hand
I got the power of Soul
Unifying many once I flip
The Bold, the Black, the Beautiful
Come one come all if any
So I could rip you many
Good and plenty
But we all know
That’s not my outgoing character
Yet it’s the element of flow
Needed to damage
The persistent one
You’ll get twisted son
Don’t try to flex anymore
Because I’m stressed
Ready to roar
Like scream on ya
Blue cheese I warned ya
Now I have to shake ya like a quake from California
So, um open eyes and uh, get set for this
I’m about to catch wreckin’ it’s
[Haas G and Kool Kim]
The Undisputed Masters of Charisma

[Haas G]
No lolligag Looney Tunes
And One to Grow On’s what I’m giving so
There ya have it, it’s a UMC thing
Causing much effect
Now a day for we swing

It from the east with RNS
It from the east with Kool Craig
It from the east with Kool Kwaas G
It from the east with Prophet MC

[Verse 2: Kool Kim]
Setting up my lyric flow to let the cuties know
That you could trust that I could bust or bust a foe
In my ratio
Bam Boom Bam
I tell ‘em scram
Kool and Me’s the man
The rhythm it might go
Psycho or Son of Sam
I am what I am and that’s all that I am, man
I back up mad honeys like jam jam and jam jam
I got some controversy over my first CD
Because I took a verse from Heavy D
It ain’t first G
Mercy mercy
Dry Emcees make me thirsty
Took the measure of your pleasure at your best
You couldn’t worst me
When I say Blue Cheese, please I was professing
The record not the wick whack jack not salad dressing, check it
You call my rap happy rap?
Ya get a slap for that
You wanna flow? No, why?
Because your style is whack!
Go accapella fella prove to me you aren’t yella
All bark, no bite that’s what I’m trying to tell ya!
That’s why I ramble on the mike
To let you brothers know
Kool Kim’s the master of the rhyme
I flip the freestyle flow
You wanna diss, come on and diss
I got enough to go
Around your whole damn crew
A rapping dynamo
Hocus Pocus
Watch as I put things in focus
Fun is one thing
But don’t you ever think you’ll choke us
I got a half-fro didn’t want an Afro
Only let half grow, the other half had to go so
Say say say what you choose
But up against the Kool and Me
You Emcees are most certainly bound to lose when I
Swing it