[Intro: Otis Redding & Grandmaster Caz]
It makes it easier, easier to bear
Love is their only happiness, yeah
Uh, uh huh, I thought you knew
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on!
Squee'— Uh! Squee'— Hey! Squee'—
Alright, don't me go!
Squeeze her, don't tease her Ha!, never leave her
Let's go Moe!

[Verse 1: Kool Moe Dee]
Uh, higher pain attack
Heard your new flows, sent it back
Y'all n***as ain't hope, put a pen to that
Real spitters write so put an end to that
Frivolous low, freestyle flow
Thinkin' you hot 'cause he got dough
You want no rhyme-tones in a drop zones
You like a bunch of dumb n***as on smart phones

[Verse 2: Grandmaster Caz]
He the cool, I'm the heat that be blowin' in
Y'all goin' out, me and Moe Dee goin' in
The architects of the styles you'll be flowin' in
Well-woven bot Beethoven
Roll like B.R
Y'all cats posin'
What ya gon' do when your assets frozen?
Back to the bridge, can't cause 'cause you burned that
We on the other side chillin', you can't turn back
[Verse 3: Kool Moe Dee]
Nah, me? I'm on some other shit
Spit a rhyme, change a time
[?] shit
Alien intelligence, uncover shit
Elevate, levitate, and hover shit
Watchin' over you like God over us
No matter what you do, you're not over us
Take it how you want it, baby, do what you gotta do
But I'm the source so of course I'm the god of you

[Verse 4: Grandmaster Caz]
Mo' better, baby
More blues, baby
More soul than twins with four shoes, baby
More swag than your dad getting more honey
More problems, so where the hell is more money?
The more I make, the gov' take more from me
Elaborate schemes to get dough from me
But money don't make me
And I ain't gon' flip-flop
Hop didn't make me, I made Hip-Hop

[Verse 5: Kool Moe Dee]
These rhyme-times are the craziest
Y'all dudes is like lyrical atheists
Industry cats separating us
But the candle luminate was summating us
What you see in J', and what you see Ye
And what you see in Lil Wayne, I'm the DNA
Just like a bigot gotta deal with Obama
Lyrically, I am seeing your karma
[Verse 6: Grandmaster Caz]
See with a chick, I've been ridin'
Me and Bush is tight, (ah) bin Laden
Every city won, every state too
Overseas, yeah, I'm eatin'
Got a plate too
Been a long time, I shouldn't've left you
But I had a badder bitch to step too
Thinkin' how many weak hoes I swept through
My rhyme's up, now, sorry I kept two

[Verse 7: Kool Moe Dee]
Scared money don't make money
But, scared n***as make scared n***as take money
What's the price of fame? Sell your people out
Money, cash, hoes, is that what we about?
It's time to shake it up
Time to wake it up
Y'all be fightin' in the clutch
Break it up!
As I'mma make you recalibrate greatness
On the street, you ain't great and don't say shit

[Verse 8: Grandmaster Caz]
Give me the ball, game time
Three ticks on the clock
Fourth quarter, go along
I'mma get you to rock
Ninth [?] base-loaded
Fool, count me a bat
We gon' win in the end I'mma guarantee that
I'm the Q.B., I'mma do me
I'm a boss, little n***a
Everything go through me
Legendary baby, that's our status
All we needed was a beat
With some [?] to holler at us
[Outro: Grandmaster Caz & Kool Moe Dee]
Woo!
Yeah, scream on 'em
Woo!
Scream on 'em
Woo!
Scream on 'em