[Kool Keith] Can you funk with it? (3X) Rappers wanna step on the X, then go to shit I got the mic in my hand and well equipped Usin my style for a firm set of action MC’s beware, the club windows I’m bashin Throwin rhymes and bombs and some cocktails You better move quick, but not slow snails I get smooth on daddy and granddaddy Why? Cause I’m the great grandfather MC in motion, G as in go left Rhymin on off-beat, the X is so death-defyin Super scrubs keep tryin You wanna bite like a pit? I’ll be the lion I’ll chew your ass like monkies on wild kingdom And look at birds and bees that come sting them Time after time, rhyme after rhyme Cause you ain’t jack shit, not even a dime A nickel and penny, a one dollar bill How can you break wild and tell brothers to chill You ain’t the man to move and stop the cannonball No matter how you run hide, it’s gonna land and fall Straight on your brain, the X’ll drop rocks Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox Standin still and stiff like a mannequin Bloody Kotex and sweat, and start panickin I’m dissin rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the stage? I’m not your mother Father, son, your pissy little cousin Suckers are crabs, I grab em all by the dozen You think you’re hard with them hats and all that black on You’re not scarin the X, yo bring the wack on I load the mic up and bust like a mack 10 While my DJ go wild, do a backspin Kick em down, one two, flights of four stairs This ain’t no sample or break from Roy Ayers I’m just a convict, skippin the prison line Yo, I’m on the chorus line [Tim D] It’s a chorus line [Ultra]