Yo, what's up kid?
What's up, I'm downstairs
I'm back in New York City, ring the buzzer
What's up, let me up
Whatever, sleep in the lobby of the building
Do this (let's do this)
Many rappers got weak styles, like knees have polio
Double-jointed, retarded records on my cereal
People who rap wack and go away, still come back
Like Donny Osmond[?], they crew is old like the Spinners
They'll[?] win trophies tonight, the number one wack winners
First prize, a slice of cheese, you get bologna
Second prize is doo-doo balls, rub 'em in your eyes
No collateral, no kid raise my salary
I spot your sheepskin
Cold vomit on your wallabies
Overlap your crew, like slacks on Delancey Street
With ABC styles, your project on Sesame Street
Ernie and Bert with Oscar, who you think I'm Gordon?
I went to sleep with new rhymes, left your heart recordin'
Thinking that's hype stuff, I woke up and heard pumpkin pus
Voices crack, I heard static from your two-track
MCs beware, I'm crystal clear, coming Dolby
Like Andy Griffin, your style's old
You dress like Obie
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
I'm still sleepin', your album's wack kid
I'm not impressed
Your tracks are naked, with girdles on under a dress
Like Felix the Cat, you thought you had a bag of tricks
Your engineer's smoking crack, with coffee tryna mix
(Left, right, left) He's panning everything mono
Your crew'll get crushed on [?] no[?] tomorrow
Hop around with no bass, MCs are panty-laced
Producers turn funny with P!nk[?] samples in my face
No bottom bangin', just how's the noise hangin'
Rappers think they got beats with wild stories, still swingin'
You imagine, exaggerate on public housing
MCs be talking bout spots like rats but they mousin'
Blowin' theyself up, they circus style's artificial
They Wringling[?] Brothers, wipin' clown faces off with tissue
You cartoons like kids watch [?] Romper Room
[?] F troop, I'll burn your whole group
My stylo's local like IHOP, serve 'em international
Suckers get [?], feel irrational
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
I'm in ya building, I'm hangin' in ya building
Let me polish your dome kid, to show you I mean business