Yo, this what hip-hop is comin to?
  You can say whatever on the mic and when?
  Let me see if you can hear me now when I'm doin this
  
  Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, E. Sermon and ("Kurtis Blow!")
  Can you hear me now? Good
  Can you hear me now? Good
  ("Turn it up!") Don't take this serious
  ("One, two, three four hit it!")
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Yo check one two, mic's on
  I'm well known like the Osbournes
  Me - I love Kelly
  See us both in the bed man, touchin bellies
  This here "Pimp Juice," I got from Nelly
  I got "Punk'd," show it on the telly, damn
  My eyes green like Yoda, get cream like soda
  Two thousand ("FOUR") means a brand new motor
  Phoenix, capitol of Arizona
  But that means nuttin, I'm just sayin somethin
  Spare the moment them niggaz is suspect
  I took a line from Keith Murray off his first cassette
  I never took my dog to the vet
  And I download songs off the net
  But you would rather hear some rapper brag
  Meanwhile, bombs bein dropped over Baghdad
  
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  Can you hear me now? Good
  Can you hear me now? Good
  ("Turn it up!") Can you hear me now? Good - Can you hear me now? Good
  Can you hear me now? Good
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Check it, yo it's Erick I'm down by law
  ("TWO") plus ("TWO") equals ("FOUR")
  I got no time to razzle and dazzle
  I'm in the crib with dad playin Scrabble
  I'm usin words like rat, cat
  Cheating cause I wrote down Brat
  And Brat's a rapper and you can't use names
  Oh yeah, the Lakers lost last night's game
  I caught me a flick I saw X-Men 2
  "Where My Dawgs At?" I'm a X fan too
  I'm black like Kunta, my girl got the badoonka
  Let me introduce ya ("Hi I'm Big Sexy")
  And this ain't got shit to do with nuttin
  I'm on the microphone frontin
  But this here wins, so I'ma say whatever to get spins
  I got a Benz with rims, uh
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  Uh, so mean, never seen the green, knahmean?
  This jump off need two trampolines
  Rock hard jeans sag low, new Timberlands
  I works it like Missy and Timbaland
  Cuban link chain hang E emblem
  Chick 'round me multiplyin like Gremlins
  Word to my momma, I bring drama
  Like Osama, I'ma problem, period comma
  I come through with the Bizkit, Limp'n
  The Underground Kingz in the building, pimpin
  Oh no, they must be feelin me
  Pinch me now, this don't feel real to me
  Oh yeah, it's my son's communion
  Next month is my fan's reunion
  Write this down in your pad
  I'm thirty-("FOUR") and a half, and yeah I'm a Sagg'
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Chorus] w/ ad libs to fade