Chorus:

Comin' in ya ear with a mic and a drum (x3)

Comin' in ya ear with a mic

[Swayzack]

Ya better believe that I'll be dreamin' of a black Chrismas

And at the top of my list is a fatspliff

And ya know it's a hoota of the Buddah blessed

True to the blue cause I got sigma on my chest

And we rest because our cause speeds on its way

It's on our way, we're on our way, the S I G M A

So what do you say? What do you know? Where you like to go?

To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto

And what I mean is a speaker who can't see the light

He cooks his rhymes in a breaker puts 'em in a pipe

I'm not the type, I'm not the type, I say it one more time

I'm not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of mine

[Madd]

I heard you wasn't down with these Philly mutherfuckers

Instead of Welches Grape you used some shit called Smuckers

Well knucker, I'm here ta letyou know just what I think o' that

To quotemy man Chico "Smooth move Ex-Lax"

Ya slippin' tryin' ta keep pace with the driver

But you can't even catch my saliva

>From drippin', I'm spittin', all over you like Pippen

Scottie beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin'

Like a tumbler, I'm the rumbler, not Stevie but wonder

Not a stumbler or a blumbler over words that you can't understand

My man, 50 grand, shakin' hands

If I had a bird brain last name... I'd be Dan

[OaTie]

While I get mine ya bitin' rhymes like a canine

Day nine in line welfare line time

A pro lifer is the piper that I'd like ta uh

Roll a rolla roll on {line style ala O. Konfusion}

If it is the early morning dawn, I'll sing that song like Orlando