Lyrics:

Yo, who is it?
Yo, Lyte, it's Epic, you got time to chill?
Nah, um, sorry, I ain't got no time to chill, but I got um...
Skins, skins, every now and then
I meet a Peter with a pecker that tries to be in
Because my tongue is the mind of a ready writer
Like Chuck D said, 'I'm a rhyme fighter'
Yo, there is no other because I'm smooth like butter
Or should I say Parkay? Butter, Parkay
Butter, Parkay, fuck it anyway
Yo, you get the rhythm (What the rhythm?) that I'm promotin'
And if not, I say it in slow motion
L, Y, yeah, T, E, uh
There it is!