Chorus: Busta Rhymes
  
  Rewind...
  Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind...
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan
  Godamn, yo, watch me slam
  Taking the bassline, freaking my lines
  Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump
  Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged
  Pumped it for the Hit Squad, yo, they cold dugged it
  You know my style, man, yo, check the stats
  Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch
  Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects
  He gets respect when he's rocking wit the set
  He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage
  Yo, but don't be afraid
  Can produce hard tracks like this
  But don't shut him down, put him on the funk list
  Live in color, a smooth brother
  If I had to pick a DJ, I couldn't, word to mother
  So George, hit me wit the funk scratch
  Then after that black, come back and rewind that
  George, hit me wit the funk scratch
  Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that
  
  Chorus
  
  [Parrish Smith]
  I'm def, it's my turn
  Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track
  I'm all that, down, rippin
  All over the place, yea, check em
  (Yo, yo, yo, yo, MD, yo, hold up money grip
  yo get off that bullshucks
  Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,
  yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)
  Record mode, set the EQ for Dolby
  Step back, check yaself, punk, you don't know me
  I flow, G, (say what) multi mil see
  Brother on fade to black, YO!, and BET
  For my grill in the Source wit the record force
  A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss
  The name is Mic Doc, don't forget it hop
  The kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom box
  From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route
  So make way, time to roll out
  Can you wind it and mine, primetime
  He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)
  Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack
  Damn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozack
  Shockin P, clockin P, when I'm rockin see
  You're not Parrish Smith, so why you mockin me
  You're just a wannabe, you wanna be me
  Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, G
  No time to battle rap, F that
  I'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black
  I'm outta here, peace to the hardcore
  Bring in the hook while Scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw
  
  "My style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"
  "Don't forget I'm... crazy swift"
  "How can a brother be so nice" -- 2X
  "Master on the beatdown"
  "Huh forget it I'm constipated"