[Intro: Rhymefest & Michael Jackson]
You can't get out... Woo!
Of the game!
No, no...
Hey, it's the Best Kept Secret
El Che is coming!
This the only dedication album ever done, ever
You can't duplicate this, man!
Mark Ronson, you ready?
Aight, look
Look, ugh! (C'mon!)

[Verse 1: Rhymefest]
I think you runnin' outta time (Huh)... runnin' for your life
Runnin' from the cops like you runnin' from a crime
Check your rear view, yeah who comin' from behind?
I'm! El Che, never runnin' outta lines
Rappers (Can't make it)
Thinkin' that these fuckin' record deals
Finna change your fuckin' life when you sign? (Nah)
Labels is falling, whole industries are on decline
It ain't no more dope in the streets, only mine (Woo!)
Only a matter of time before you see the pattern unwind
And I disappear, take that as a sign
Of who's the man behind the mask in front of the shrine
With every revolutionary who defying they time
Like Booker T., Muhammad Ali, Huey P
You and me! Yeah, n***a, I said it: you and me
Either you fight or I'ma pull a Harriet Tubman
And put a shotgun blast to your head until you free (Blaow!)
It ain't Pooh or Phonte (Ugh), Common or Kanye
My name is Rhymefest (Who?), El Che, El Commandante
Serving up the hood like an entrée
With over three thousand OutKast without a motherfuckin' Andre, n***a!
[Hook: Rhymefest & Michael Jackson]
If you keep selling dope on the block, we (Can't make it)
Without education and jobs, we (Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game...)
All these rappers (Can't make it)
That ringtone shit is a wrap, you (Can't make it)
I'm bringing real hip-hop back, you (Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game...)

[Verse 2: Rhymefest]
Yo, yo, yo, I get so loose
I'll turn your brains into fresh produce
Mixed vegetable, cauliflowers, tofu!
Skip what they told you, running scared, let 'em go
(Boom!) Black Jason in the forest with a gold tooth
Music (Can't make it)
We went from Marvin Gaye
To Stevie Wonder to Michael Jack' to "A Bay Bay"
Now El Che-ayy-ayy, from L.A. down to the A-A-A
And I ain't hating, just clear my way
Late-lay, I've been the king of this underground thing
Don't believe me, then jump-jump-jump to get sting’d
Like Killa Bees, I come from a city with killer G’s
Artilleries, bullets will make your ass feel a freeze
If this was Jeopardy ('dy), the answer would be me (Me)
The question would be, "Who is hard?"
Bitch, I leave you scarred (Ahh!)
Napoleon Dynamite, you fucking retard
("Gosh!") This year, 'Fest came so hard
Straight starched, so thirsty, I'm so parched
So dirty, yet so clean, my money is washed (Yeah)
I spend everything, man, no matter the cost (Ugh, ugh, ugh!)
And I don't need a million men, bitch, I'm still gon' march
Ahhhhh
[Interlude: Rhymefest]
Yeah, this is Rhymefest
A.K.A. El Che
And we doing the Michael Jackson dedication album
Never been done before
Let's kick it off the right way, baby
We livin' in the game, homie
C'mon!

[Hook: Rhymefest & Michael Jackson]
If you keep selling dope on the block, we (Can't make it)
Without education and jobs, we (Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a (Game...)
All these rappers (Can't make it)
That ringtone shit is a wrap, you (Can't make it)
I'm bringing real hip-hop back, you (Can't make it)
And everybody know what it is
Homie, we living in a...