[Intro: Twilite Tone]
Check it, for the record
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
Ow, Ynot, I gots the breaker
No I.D., he's got the breaker
Common Sense, he's got the break, like this

[Verse 1: Common & (Twilite Tone)]
Check it, a weeby weeby wobble gobble gobble, ooh, the turkey
Lord have mercy, mercy mercy me
You see I'm tryin' to get the punani
But you just wanna block me (Bo!), ah-eh-eh, ah-eh-eh
You see I'm tryin' to get the punani
But you just wanna block me, hey (Booyaka!)
So get your rattle rattle thundercloud and broom broom broom
Because I gotta gotta get some, el, bow, room
So I can Bang-kok, better yet, knock Italy
But raindrops keep fallin' on my couch, tryin' to sit with me
Tamperin' up my program, I play another slow jam
It's not an ancient Chinese secret, you should know man
But you insist on stay and playin' Genesis
I gotta put an end to this, baldergash, EEE haul ass
And don't come knockin' my door, with the cockle-doodle-doo
I'm talkin' the his and his and hers (Three's Company too)
So step to the step to the rear
And don't come back now, hear?
[Sampled Chorus: Erick Sermon & Phife Dawg]
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must be erect")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must be, be erect")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must be erect")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must b-be erect")

[Verse 2: Common & (Twilite Tone)]
The CB's, the CB's, they'rrrrre here!
I'm checkin' my mirror from the rear -
- locks are closer, than they appear
The time is near for you to drop your beer and get your nuts in gear
But ain't no haps (UH-UH) your dils isn't there
You're thinkin' that, "Oops, I made a mistake"
You say, "Forget Nell Carter, c'mon Jimmy, give me a break"
You made a mistake on the first take
Tryin' to break a leg for take two
You shoulda ate your Wheaties
And Petey mighta made a breakthrough
You say to hope that things might bloom, so you assume position
Wishin' he would listen, so you start to kissin'
It's alive, and up goes, and up goes you're adrenaline
You aimed, you fired, THERE YOU GO, limp again
So you take vitamins then play the role of friend and talk
Try to tell her it's her fault, but Jack your Bean wouldn't Stalk
Baby Bubba youse a goner, ahh, youse a goner
It's messed up when Your dils Is Playin' Tricks On Ya
So you pop fizz, what a relief, beef, stroke it off, my man
Got your thing in your hand, sayin', ("I think I can!")
Damn, this never happened before, yeah sure, that's what they all say
Uh-oh you better get Maaco, 'cause old girl is salty
What was sweet to eat, has now dried up and rotted
It's a pop if you pick up your glove and say, ("Yo, I got it!")
Hopin' you won't drop, you thought you had it made like Katie
What more could go wrong - you got the right one, baby!
Uh-huh, let you tell it, everybody and their momma knows
That you came quick, quicker than a pizza, from Domino's
[Sampled Chorus: Erick Sermon & Pete Rock]
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("Gimme room so I can speak about the skinz")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("Gimme room so I can speak about the skinz")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("Gimme room so I can speak about the skinz")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("Gimme room so I can speak about the skinz")

[Over Chorus: Twilite Tone]
Yo, forget this, yo
Freak this 2 pc. DRK style, you know what I'm sayin'
Check it out

[Verse 3: Common & (Twilite Tone)]
Chigga-chigga, ooh, aah, ooh ahh, OH NO! Catch me, I'm fallin'
Why do fools fall? To the break, to the break, bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye, y'all
Mmm-hmm, unh-uh, what's really happenin' *woo-psch*, baby, I got back in effect
Catchin' wreck, on the breaker to the 19
I got Mack like a truck and push up like ICE CREAM!
Do fries come with that shake?
Rattle and roll, but these are the breaks
*coughs* Where broads try to Blow my game like Kurtis
Word is bond, they'll do it, they'll do it
That's them c-c-c-c-cock blockers
You know the flava, so leave Com' Sense alone, knocka
With the cockle, doodle, doo, they want you to stay
But I say that you go
Slob me up, they robbin' ya, when you try to get your sex on
Next you reflect on, the list, yo, I get pissed
In the midst of a bone and somebody comes home
Now it's like, me, you, and uh, Mrs. Jones
Females be waitin' to excel and tell their friends
Somethin' bad about the men, yo, I'm gettin' clipped again
And that shit is wrong, but it's like, I'm a man, I'm a man
So I'ma be a'ight, the...
[Sampled Chorus: Erick Sermon & Phife Dawg]
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must be erect")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must be, be erect")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must be erect")
("Breaker 1/9, breaker 1/9, mayday")
("And before I get the butt, the jim must b-be erect")

[Outro over Chorus: Common]
Late Show in the house y'all
UAC, the true B-boys
Professor Not, RMCA y'all, Second Dimension
Raider sho' in the house, too intense, check it out
Ha ha, it's like that, Chicago, the South Side
Comin' outta nowhere to go where, boy, uh!