Lyrics:

Goin Off The Hook Like Latrell Spreewell
i've Got The Ill Technique So You Know Me Fe Well
we Be Kickin Bass All Up In Your Face
and When It Comes To Beats Well I'm The Rhythm Ace
now If You Check My Pulse It Beats Skull Snaps
i Keep All My Rhymes In My Le Sportsac
so What If I'm A Ham And Cheese On Rye
i Got To Do My Thing And That's No Lie
well Ice Is Cold And Fire Is Hot
when It Comes To Competition We've Got Them Locked
u.n.i.t.e.
a Little Shout To Ian And Little Zoe
one Can Wonder Why But Can't Deny
if We Could Work It Out It Would Be So Fly
we'll Never Know Unless We Try
so Tell Me Party People What's Your Zodiac Sign
breakdancers Of The World Unite
bboys Of The World Unite
i Went Inside The Deli And My Man's Like What
i Write The Songs That Make The Whole World Suck
i Need To Break It Down Every Chance I Get
so