Lyrics:

{*scratching*}
Come on ('Yes, yes, y'all')
That's right ('Yes, yes, y'all')
We back ('Yes, yes, y'all')
Look
Now over here, we got Jeff ('Yes, yes, y'all')
And over there, you got Fess ('Yes, yes, y'all')
Niggas know we be the best ('Yes, yes, y'all')
Yo, Jeff
Where the Fresh at? ('Yes, yes, y'all')

(Who is it?) That black nigga that they call Fess
With the city on the back and the world on my chest
You girls know my nest, this the best of the best
Motherfuckers can't breathe when I'm standin' on they neck
Niggas can't get paid, I got my hands on they check
If down south is right, then I wanna go (Left)
I ain't talkin' bout them dope boys or niggas that trap
Outkast and T.I., 'cause 'em dudes can rap (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
But the hood that had enough, see my niggas in cuffs
Check your XXL and step your rap game up
I realize that the words that I say can build towers
And you dad wasn't around, so your momma raised a coward
This the last hour, after Katrina's show
Radio done passed out, drunk off of they own power
Hitler, Saddam, George Bush and Caesar
But if you don't care to fuck it, I don't either, ugh
Any track I moved on get bruised on
Fuck a pepperoni, what you want on your Tombstone?
You powerless like a werewolf when the moon's on
It's like havin' a high power with no iTunes songs
You empty, please don't tempt me
I feel no symp'thy; I'm so hot, missiles can sense me
Niggas dyin' everyday, it don't make sense, G
Droppin' off of poverty, jealousy, envy

Rhyme and Jeff, east coast, midwest, and look—
It's Fess and Jeff

{*scratching*}
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')

Now I suggest you take a rest, 'fore I put one in your chest
It would move you and lose you
Don't even think about taking me lightly
Your girlfriend licked and liked me
Big breastses, callin' her wifey
A conscious rapper, I just might be
I don't smoke or drink, but fine hoes is my Miami vice, G
Niggas in the Bay calling me hyphy
Philly cats say I'm a jawn, my jawn was sheisty
People eyes is shifty, they smile so nicely
Niggas walk behind my back and shake my hand politely (Hey)
Man, you almost made me think that you liked me
I turned around, you did the wrong thing—I'm like, 'God damn, Spike Lee!'
And even though my neck ain't icy
The jewels in my hair is pricy (Bling)
The Jews at my labels, they like me (Yup)
Chicago know that I'm tight, G
West coast support Fess, down south hype me
Niggas in New York (Man), you can set yourself on fire—they be like, 'Ah, son, he alright, B'
I think they mean they like me
Oh I think they like me, oh I oh I oh I think they like me
See, Jeff's the DJ, I'm the emcee
I grab the mic, he punch the MPC
It's like '88, I'll play Will
He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper, look, I got skills

'Yes, yes, y'all'
Nod your head to the factor
2006, the year of the real rapper
Rhyme and Jeff, east coast, midwest, come on
It's Fess and Jeff

{*scratching*}
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all'
'Yes, yes, y'all'
'Yes, yes, y'all'
'Yes, yes, y'all'
'Yes'

All right, stop; think for a moment, okay
Jeff, this shit ain't fun, no radio play
You need to sell a hundred thousand, make a million, hit the road and be straight
Or bet your money in some old real estate
And we can get this cake, cut this green
Roll up in a Cutlass clean that's mustard green
I must be seen (Nyoom)
Next time that I step on the set, just know
(Who is it?) It's Fess and Jeff

{*scratching*}
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes, yes, y'all' ('Go off, man, go off')
'Yes'