| Word up, I'm talking to you | |
| I'm making dope rhymes, that's what I do | |
| Like a mad man, you know it's bad man | |
| I slam a good goddamn | |
| Well I've been burned so goddamn badly | |
| I could just sit and sing the blues | |
| But instead I'll make a fist, yeah | |
| And make my own good news | |
| Take my advice, yeah | |
| You'll pay the price | |
| Make it funky like this... | |
| Good god.....Damn | |
| I drop a syllable like 'yo' | |
| What else is dissin' me | |
| Huh, it's pissin me off | |
| Rock me baby, WHAT!? | |
| You don't mean that crap | |
| But what the hell, if it sells | |
| Damn, you're a sham | |
| No thank you ma'am, BITCH!! | |
| Oh, I've been burnt badly | |
| I could just sit and sing the blues | |
| But instead I'll make a fist, yeah | |
| And make my own good news | |
| Take my advice | |
| You'll pay the price | |
| Make it funky like this!!! | |
| Good goddamn, tell you what, alles klar | |
| And the nightmare of publicity begins | |
| This is the time to find who are your true friends | |
| I drain my brain, to be original | |
| Build character, aboriginal | |
| American music is what I grew into | |
| To my contractor | |
| Fuck you!!!! | |
| I say we fear no evolution | |
| Stand up, musical revolution | |
| Follow me because we can never stop | |
| And we'll never give | |
| Cause this is how, we breath and live | |
| And some of them whine | |
| And some of them bitch | |
| They cannot do it, we'll never switch | |
| We do it for ourselves, we do it for you | |
| If you don't like it well, I hope you do |