Lyrics:

[Produced by Number One Producer]

MC Voltron x4

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
Rap done turned microscopic
Defecated on the floor and watch the butcher chop it
Play of the pick with cream for jock itch
I wear a wrestling mask
The ladies show ass in front of Bernard Hopkins
Rap so toy I play with Shopkins
Write with a marker like Al Sharpton
Leave the rest constipated with Swanson
They might wanna have a phone conference
Coach the best to swing on my balls like Tarzan
Take off like an aircraft
They got diarrhea all I see is brown potatoes mash
Just inches off the floor, just one and a half
People get cozy and sit inside the paragraph
Levitate like the nouns and the adjectives
Natural ingredients I add for the kids
Urine stains on your Ad-Libs
Bradley all like Milton sleep inside Paris Hilton..
We can play with Spaldings or Wilsons...
New verses for new children
Pull up in the Phantom with pilgrims..
The sky's like Phil Simms

MC Voltron x4

[Verse 2: Craig G]
(Heat Serato?) I'll use it to collapse you
Deadly like swallowing a cyanide capsule
Open up the hatch dude, cause it's time to make my getaway. I'll melt your nervous system look and I ain't even spit a 8. Double up that dinner plate, I brought a hearty appetite
Even heart the opposition when we're in the after life...right? It's like a hip-hop poltergeist..
Ignore them signs..light up...shit we gonna smoke tonight
Craig G that son of a bitch..
Will be an asshole if he lives to be 106
Pull up on you at the light make fun of your (cheek?)
Have you so blinded with rage you probably runnin' this shit. You ain't comin to quip
I can talk and none of ya gettin' the gun to put one in your hip. It's all fun till your hit
And the descriptions kinda hazy
And going in the lights the only time your feelin wavy
Galaxy Alliance (The Alliance of the Cars?)
Forming Voltron on that ass using spectacular bars...
Slow your roll Paw

MC Voltron x4