Tink your mess'n wit this crew in a folk-hop nation
Their more den da best their a sensation
Ripp'n through your hearts make'n new creation
Mess wit dem and you get devastation

You can't touch Dj Why- cuz he's the dopest
Spinning them tables like a swarm of locusts
White station wagon- flags 60 miles per hour
And mega might sling with the He-Man power

Hay what about the Dr. of the G
Old Mr. Old School I think you will agree
Whith the managing skillz and the mast-ah of the sling
Check out his grille with the "bling-a-bling-bling"

Now da image, what about him?
Fresh as a fish so salla bim sim
Beats down the guitar, -bing bada boom
Don't try him in his dope fresh room

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So now you  familiar wit dis folk-hop crew
We cook'n up da rhymes like a strange witches brew
And Coughing up da rhymes like nobody's bidnas
So now you be left out or you just ain't wit dis

So now you are familiar with the hip hop crew--thats
Shakin adn ba-rakin everything that we do
We coughin up the rhymes and killin competition -cause
No on's got the wit to derail our crazy stations.

Who's the fools?-Not US- sly criminals
Lookin down your barrel and I can't see nothin and
Don't quite thnk that you're speakin's the bomb
Cause we got vocal guns ta tear down your calm!

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