[Verse 1: Madlib]
Y'all n***as like, "What the fuck is this?"
Damn, look at this, what kinda luck is this?
Uh, Madlib and Dilla is the illest, my n***a
Only haters holla, they can't feel us
N***as wanna get looser than we?
But just gon' be a loser to me and Dilla
Killa, talkin' 'bout how you peal caps
But, n***a, you softer than a pillow
Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep
'Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec
(That n***a always lyin') (Hey, pass the weed)
Anyway I'm straight high off the trees
Your girl don't wanna lie, she just wanna get on her knees
Turn it up, y'all n***as must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red

[Verse 2: Madlib]
It's the leeway, instant replay, instant relay
Instant MC, producer, and DJ
I do this shit without a cell beeper or 3-way
You're comin' off like like a gilet (Anyway)
Ay, peace to A.G., peace to Pete Rock
Diamond D, peace to Seiji (Oh, shit, look over there)
Yo, that n***a's wild like wildlife animals
Hannibal, cannibals (Whoop, what else?)
Um, male fascists, womanizers
Nymphos, n***as in disguises (Ay, watch out! What else?)
Fine women that like pretty women, some ass women
Some titty women (Mostly shitty women)
Y'all n***as must be outta ya head
If your system ain't up to the red