[Intro: Erotic D & George Clinton]
One time for your motherfuckin mind, yeah
This is Erotic in the house
With my n***a, Jamal
My n***a Calif
Passion in the motherfuckin' house
The unfuckwittable individuals, that's us, yeah
With this laid back shit they about to rip
And, uh, by the way
I got my dog George Clinton in the house with us
To get it up, right
And, uh, it's gonna be about that time
A n***a to... lay it down
And, uh, as long as you realize
That it can't be fucked with
You can get with this
Right
You can't fuck with this
Check it

[Verse 1: Passion]
I make your eardrums bleed like a 9 millimed
N***as steppin' up like they wanna see me
I be the P to the A, double-S, crooked I
You and your crew contemplating suicide
Your troops callin' truce when I let the flavor loose
Like a deuce deuce, now who want the proof?
Def Squad's over here, step to the rear
I got the shit you don't wanna hear, the shit you fear
The money talks and the bullshit walks
Recognize the realest streets of New York
Mally G got my back like a trigger to a mack
10 and I'm rollin' in a jet black Benz
No foes, everybody know the code of the streets
N***as don't sleep cause n***as got to eat
Follow my styles like rituals
I beez the unfuckwittable, lyrical individual
[Hook: George Clinton]
It's unfuckwittable
You can't get next to this shit
You can't get next to this shit cause it's unfuckwittable

[Verse 2: Passion]
Yeah, now as I think for a sec, wait a Goddamn minute
These n***as all up in it like they want it and they with it
Full of envy and testing me lyrically
I don't follow no beats, I let the beats follow me
Lyrical metaphors are ready for your brain
Coming down like rain, I bring the pressure and the pain
And, fallin' on your back like birdshit
You fell Into the pits of Passion, and poison strike the membrane
Saying my name in vein causes pain
Back to reality, your fairytale is over
N***as be wishing upon stars and four leaf clovers
But I be wishing upon styles and microphones
God bless the child who bites her own now
Styles are invisible, critical
Passion is lyrically unfuckwittable

[Hook: George Clinton]
That's what this is
This is some unfuckwittable shit
Matter of fact this...
[Verse 3: Jamal]
See I be standing in the middle of circumstances that cause
N***as to get they ass lit, till they shit in they drawers, ha-ha
Here to drop the funk hydraulic pump acupuncture
Passion and Jamal here to taunt ya
Flow for flow, back to back, we kill tracks
N***as don't understand how we do it like that
Representation, no perpetration
All we see is trick ass n***as in the nation of player-hation
But I just play it cool instead of playin' the fool
Cause MC's get stuck like glue with the tool
For the residuals, Jamal's the unfuckwittable
Lyrical individual

[Outro: George Clinton]
It's unfuckwittable
Most incredible
You ain't seen no shit like this
This is some next shit
And you can get it next to nothing
Never get next to this shit, next to this shit
It's unfuckwittable
Quite incredible
Oh, it's unfuckwittable
Yeah, check this shit out
Well alright, shit