"Talk Show Created The Fool"


VERSE I(CHUCK D)
See my rhymes be hot like soul food spots
I don’t give a damn
Jenny Jones 100 million homes
Grown folks doin anything
To be some known folks
Go tell Montell he gotta sue to
Get like Donahue

Between soap operas and bras
Commercials sop opraahh
Gossip by their own admissions
Failed smoke emissions

So enquired minds wanna know
How low can we go on a TV show
Hoochie and the Blow

Reverses the race
Cursed the nation the doom generation

The next voice you hear
Says get the fuck away from here
From pyramids, to hearin what he, she or
They did
Ain’t no bizness on the screen
If you know what I mean

VERSE II(CHUCK D)
I be crawlin in that head
Like a virus
You say lemme try this
Way back when medicine
Scaring some of our children
Soul brother number one
Is back in black in you kitchen
Tell granma chill on those chitlins
Make no mistake Ricki Lakes
Eatin mad steaks
Off your bad breaks

Funerals and wakes
Some of that shit is fake Yeah!

She said He said
Baby/Mama stick it
All for TV time
Hotels and airplane tickets
Embarrass our asses and degrade
End of the day
Ain’t that a bitch
Geraldo’s getting paid

FULL CHORUS
He say she say
They got beef
Draggin their bizness all in the streets
Bad things is some of them think its cool
TALK SHOW CREATED THE FOOL

Laziness is in the house
Fat ass sittin up in the house
Slob wit no job is in the house

Rhymes be hot like soul food spot
I don’t give a damn

VERSE III(ABNORMAL)
Tryin to portray themselves like
Their movie stars, big Willie style
With a mansion, francin, and fancy cars
But in real life they live in projects
And trailer parks all the bullshit they talk
Makes me wanna spark L’s
Looking at channel zero for hell
They frontin like they saying something
But they ain’t sayin nothin’
Players & hustlers, hookers druggy’s
Racist I’m tryin to face this
Poison that they tryin to feed to my mind
I’d rather be watchin BET Rap City
On my big screen TV believe me
When I say it, they do it for
The greed of the fame following
The trends of the Hollywood game
It ashame’
Sellin their souls for 50 beans
Looking like fools on the tube
Just to get the cream

VERSE IV (C.BREWSER)
Talk show host really TV evangelist
Living in the most scandalous folks,
With lies they can’t handle it
Mad Drama
Trauma coming at you out to harm ya
Infect your mental with an infectious type
Of insomnia
Lies in disguise about women who really
Guys and guys who really
Women like that’s such a big surprise
(can’t read)lies its just like the whole world
enterprize best understand black man is
infinite potential
wise realize TV amazing confusion type
illusion brought to
your brain wash syndrome sending you in
a cyclone plus had for your health so best
leave it alone

"Underdog"


Little is known why I beckon & moan
I see what’s comin
Madd brothers will be bumming
After the math

The drug lords brought the wrath
Of those of us who once thought
We needed to be weeded
Bust, dust made that head bust
I remember came after
Cheba cheba had you wide like
A receiver
What looks like fire is ice
Fall for the flame
Catch it twice like Jerry Rice. Nice
Against odds

I recognize it is the cards
Hard to be played back the jack of
Spades
BRIDGE
Ashes to ashes blunts to blunts
Some of these geez ain’t real
I seen em once
Upon a time
So many rappers and not enuff rhymes
I hope they around next year but I fear
I’m all time and I’m down
For the ruffness
But what good is the rhyme
Without substance

CHORUS
I rather be the underdog

VERSE !!
Nobody savin the time
The rhyme never thanks
Who be givin
Ravin who on top of the charts
Grabbin the Gavin
Now I can’t use my name
Half the body be dancing head swoll
But one thing I can do is finger roll
The hit list grows like Pete Rose
As I rise above who you recognize
I wanna know that disguise
Who are you?
And wher’d you come from?
See how you run
First on a verse I gets vertical
Flip works like a grammatical gigolo
A head from many years ago
I brought the noise on the R & B boys
The chronological
Or the ghetto celeb
Never claimed the best
Nor was I great at finesse
But everything is everything
And everything is real
It appears I shift gears
To the ears of my peers
No appeal
CHORUS
I’d rather be the underdog

VERSE III
I’m low maintenance
The picture I’m paintin
Is just intelligence
Not another nitwit
You can get with
Self haters, traitors
Thinking now that later
Turned they head
Dissin something that I said
I get ill on a beat track
Make me wanna go back
Way back
Where it’s not a trace of Baba
Unplugged tempos
From the drugged temple

CHORUS
I rather be the underdog

BRIDGE
Ashes to ashed, bluntz to bluntz
Some of these geez ain’t real
I seen em once
So many rappers and not enuff rhymes
I hope they around next year
And I fear

"But Can You Kill The Nigger In You?"


CHORUS
Now you wanna kill me
That may be true 1,2
Cause my lyrics be true
But can you kill the nigga in you

VERSE 1
Quiet as it’s kept
Some of y’all slept on yourself
Next time you hit the mirror black
Turn you back on yourself
I wouldn’t trust some a y’all
If you was my right hand, man
I’d cut it off at the wrist
Like you name was Benedict
Enough lead
To threaten 50 niggas dead, you said
Cause niggas is back to perms & relaxers
All up in their head
TV niggas only make you laugh, embarrass
Can u catch it
Nigga fever new season
Of modern day Stephen Fetchits 1990’s
Niggas be fraid of the noise I made
Bout their master crackers giving out
Disasters in the hood
Phony honeys be gone when they moneys
Be gone
Niggaresses artificial chests’
Posin fake hair & high dresses

CHORUS
Now you wanna kill me
That may be true 1,2
Because my lyrics be true
But can you kill the nigga in you

VERSE II
Madd niggas hittin shit
But they health be quittin it
Clothes and car makin the men
Havin counterfeitin fit
Seizing niggas be praisin
Benzes Beemers when they got em
Shined and simonized foreclosed
Bit they grills be rotten
Simon sez niggas jump
And they jump for these Hilfiggers Tommy
Hates
Niggas high priced styles
White as wild rice
Niggas be dwellin in hell and the
Negros pray for heaven
Fuck the preacher he don’t reach
You my nigga roll a seven
Niggas forgettin trips about those
Slavery ships
Niggas wasn’t there they claim
Fuck that nigga bring the pain

Niggas be dealin Narcotic
But don’t get the money nigga
Women or the fame my nigga
Or the mutha fuckin game

CHORUS
Now you wanna kill me
That may be true 1,2
Because my lyrics be true
But can you kill the nigga in you

"Endonesia"


INTRO
Feedback
Back
For your bad ass
Yeah as you witness
I’m surrounded
By 2 more emcees
Outta my was council
My rottweiler or rhymes
B-wyze aka blast
Introducing my Doberman
Of destruction
Lyrical destroyer
Dow Jonz also know as John Connor
Of Moruturi
My war council comin smashin
Thru battle zones of microphones

VERSE I (Dow Jonz)
Yo, my man, the rhymes I write, they be
The illest
And I be fucking up careers like those of
Arnold,
Kimberly and Willis
You’ll take the penicillin, run DMC & Jay
Say I "be illin"
My crew ain’t juicy, I am not cold chillin.’
I’m a super villain. Why I’d even room with
Dr. Doom
And we’d be killin! I’d rip a bitch in
London just for
One shilling. I’m on your cable, channel X
I’m causing
Strife, but it make me wanna holler, son,
The way they
Do my life.
Check it…
Executives in suites eat dinner and discuss
How I can make more for us, whenever I
Bust,
I step forth from the jungle in fatigues.
The everglades, canteen full of liquor.

I’m sitting on grenades, little women
Squirming from
The 12th down to 11th grades,
When they see me in the magazine
Upon they wall they stick the page, but
You’re too
Young I’ll take you moms
And shacked from shells and bombs
Uncle Sam make brothers Uncle Toms in
Vietnam

BRIDGE
Whatever goes
Whatever goes
Whatever goes
Whatever goes

CHORUS
Rock e rock rock on
Skull of skillz
Endonesia

VERSE II (B-wyze)
Yo, it’s A LOW DOWN DIRTY SHAME
How I’m SURVIVING THE GAME
To get the GLORY
Son this ain’t no WEST SIDE STORY
WHO’S THE MAN that started with the
BOYZ IN DA HOOD
And the 5 HEARTBEATS he would
SHUFFLE HOLLYWOOD
Could it be the KING OF NEW YORK
Up in the lights form them days in
CROOKLYN
To them HARLEM NIGHTS
In this NEW JACK CITY
I’m the man with the JUICE
Meet me UPTOWN SATURDAY NIGHT
BUSTIN LOOSE
THE MACK
The BLACK CAESAR
And if SHE’S GOTTA HAVE IT
I’m a DO THE RIGHT THING and please
Her
Her man got a death wish
Cause he wanna fight
But I hold a LETHAL WEAPON
On JUDGEMENT NIGHT
You bring it on
Me’s ain’t ready for the battle
My POSSE will leave you
SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
48 HOURS of nuttin but TALES FROM
THE HOOD
Gimmie DEAD PRESIDENTS FELLA cuz I’m
GOOD

CHORUS
Rock e rock rock on
Skull of skillz
Endonesia

VERSE III (Dow Jonz)
God damn, like the 85’ers eat the ham
I’ll eat up weak mc’s and that means shorty
And his man
I’m Dow from the clique about to die
Others call me John Conner and perhaps
Some day
I’ll tell the reason why
While Hiroshima darkens up the sky
I will lounge inside my shelter as you fry
As you’re incinerated
I’ll come around again forget me not…
I had to shine with darkness for a minute
That was hot.

VERSE IV (Chuck D)
Semen in a women
From the men without hats
Get your life split up like some Kit Kats
I seem to be triple teamed
By gang green
Who don’t listen
Bluntz them must be hittin
(can’t read) emission
( ) the position
( ) the tip of the slop
crackas be droppin a lot
like saltines out the box
I despise singin songs in the low rider
Duckin cynics fuck em
And those Johnny come critics

CHORUS
Rock e rock rock on
Skull of skillz
Endonesia
(All caps denote movie titles)

"The Pride"


Yeah, reminiscent of another time
And another state of mind
VERSE I
I used to flow
They used to call me a rhyme animal
Some of them don’t call me rio mo so
I try a new style refuse to get wild
On the B side because I still got my pride
The pride comes from another time
My father and mother plus God
Blessed the rhyme
Born in 1960 seventy suckers quizzing
Me what was it like before everybody
Tried to be like Mike
Back in the day when our peeps had
To fight for our rights
To make the day fell alright
But there is no is without a was
No about to be buts or because..I got
Pride
Reminiscent of another time
Dashikis, bells, to straight legs
Platforms & picks
See it wasn’t just about the fro
It was what was underneath that fro
Black power for the powerless
Deuce and quarters, caddies 442’s
Yeah pride

VERSE II
Say, say it loud
James singin black and I’m proud
I was in third grad when Dr. King got slain
And if I had to read a book about
The facts, the fact is that the black
Would be overlooked look
1967 I was seven livin proof of
what I had learned in my youth
what a difference a score and a
decade makes mistakes and super bad
breaks wait
I ate the food in the lunch programs
And now I see the young strung out on
Grams so I work on a go on
And so on and soon communicate to
Get the young straight
Cause I got the pride

TALK BREAK
Flamboyant names
Free Huey, Eldridge, Bobby, Angela
Woodstock to Kent State
Music of the time for the mind
45’s, Aretha, Four Tops
Curtis Mayfield, Isaac Hayes
Assassinations Presidents

Sixties Soul

Now in order for us to know
Who we are we got to know
Who we was and once we know
Who we was then we know who
Were gonna be

Pride

VERSE III
The panther party before lad-i-da-di
Put pride inside plus taught karate
Fed heads in many ways many days
Were served locked down protectin the
Black and the brown
Now today the old must spread it
I said it
If they don’t communicate then the
You can’t get it
Problems have to be solved they
Won’t go away so man what
You say and don’t sway
Gotta get that pride

TALK
King, Malcolm, Medgar, Hampton
Ritos and rebellions
Newark, Watts, Uptown
Harlem that is black gold
Ghetto stell
I reserve the right to be nothing
But a man
We reserve the right to be nothing
But men and women

"Paid"


VERSE I (MELQUAN)
Spinach flips my lips
Sit on top of crystal bottle tips
Sippin ready to flip do a hit
On a rapper that a serpent
Counterfeit criminal fakin jacks
Luxury in his raps not facts
If a camouflage large niggas
Keep it on the low black
No raps or Kodak just stacking cheese
Freezers packed

Full of human bodies executed vicious
Reputed business German lugers
Lift spitting & twist just

Flesh confronted nobody want it son
I eclipse with flowin showing I’m wicked
Lyrics murderin myths with

No remorse a different flow continuous
Blends with no resemblance
Money & power till it’s vengeance

VERSE II(KENDU)
I caught you peekin around the corner
Tryin to see if we left yet
We staked out your shit last night
Feeling the vibe for death
To make you strangle on you blood fluid.
You know it
Sleep walking with the machete saying
Them dogs
Make me do it, true it
Mr. Machete telling you bitches I’m ready
Never nervous behind the barrel
Trigger finger.
Stay steady
So buckle up
Cause it’s the only way to survive the ride
Down to the Y we havin a party inside
I dedicated this to all you insects
Who deep on buggin me
Pushing my panic button, needin trauma
Unit recovery
My tracks be fat got them attracting like
Crack
Even P.E. be saying you bring that beat back
Come one come all my shit be smoking like
Echo sauna
The underground went with digital
Humpin around if you wanna
So toe to toe or pussy to dick
Head chicken heads practice on carrot
Sticks
Or let you doo doo hole spread eww
Y’all niggers chill cause we went there too
Change this shit from the ruffside
And we’re paid…

VERSE III (CHUCK)
One of the seven they
Couldn’t hang
Stepped to the six
The last brother alive
Of the startin five-one of the ones
But you look don’t acknowledge
The mix with a quickness
Suckers fall and crumble
To the sickness(sickness)
Of not baggin themselves
Your lil ass go figure
Why ya pants be saggin
Stare at my audacity
I ain’t from the city(strong 1)
I ain’t from around here
Freestyle what’s the use
Record companies get the money
Give you juice, and end up cutting
Your ass loose-cut off
While you style for free
They talk wild for a fee
Getcha ass souped
While you never ever recoup
Catchin wreck wit no check
They’ll never give ya respect
Ya blackself(my brother)
Getcha self some real yelp (yeah)
Accountant, sharp
Businessman
Who’ll sit down & show ya
Instead a some rich bitch lawyer
Who swear that he know ya-he don’t
Know ya as long as
Other folk in rap
Got it made
Fuck freestyle
I wanna stay paid (paid)

"Resurrection"


Chuck D:

damn back again up on track again
some of y'all black again it got dark
on your mark get set
out of sight out of mind
hyprocites forget like marionettes
strings in the back like nets
the chosen one who can laugh themselves to death
lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
battle for your mind
like Israel and Palastine
good news there is some hard ass times
no more disses
repeated hook lines and chorus'
days of doris'
got issues and wishes
got the jam but gettin paid up off the misses
ain't nothin wrong but wait fuck another love song
it's the r&b strangler bringing nosie in the wranglers
rock all the heads big times and alzheimers
shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
now the pitch
Lord save us from that sword of Davis
that kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
put my soul in it
care less about the gold in it
boom the shootie
got 'em running from the paparazzi
lodie dotie
when the feds come and doom your party
cracker in the back
don't you know it's illuminati
ain't nothing changed
PE we be the same crew
resurrection in the game here to save you

Flava Flav:

yo it's going down baby
it's going down family
that's my word
we gettin ready to turn this shit to the two and three zeros
ya know what I'm sayin
have all the clocks goin backwards
have everything goin haywire
you lauged before let's see you laugh now blue cow
how now black cow
word to bird
word to bird
word to bird nigga

Chuck D:

one on one
hard like tarot cards
behold the one man million man march
takes a nation
400 year violation
apocalyptic no power in this happy hour
hazordus no you don't like lazarus
just black baby
where my soul be at
star spelled backwards is rats
let bra man rap
I'm trapped in the back with these industry cats
one step forward two steps back
making habits claiming habitats
ratta tat tat
wish you could turn back the hands of time
and get mental
pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
swore to the Lord
the eye of hawk
both live and die by the sword
the forbidden
the six man be sinning from the beginning
the suckers hand be hidden
intesne
knocking your block with some sense
PE got more jewels than dead presidents
the devil try to get me cross like a crucifix
but I am focused on the vultures
like a loc of locusts
new world order is goin down
gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
fucking with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy

Flava Flav:

yeah that's right
nine eight
no joking
we coming out smoking
and for all y'all that's been sleeping on us
you're lacking you're lacking
aiyo check 1-2
I've got my mand that's about to sneak up on you and your crew
ya know what I'm saying
check 1-2
aiyo Masta Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
and show 'em you ain't done son
ball 'em with the back of the gun son
make 'em run son

Masta Killa:

sliding down broadway beneath the j line
slumped in the incline position
mind travellin beyond the shell
which holds the soul controlled by the Allah
I be most humble but also punishable
for those who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and live this
many fell victim to the wisdom
I mastered this
the track ovulates the mic like prostate gland imperegnates
onto the paper the pain pours
for the love of my brother that hurts just the same
fuck fame
my gun I bust to maintain
moods are insiduous
baffels and eludes those who label the God being anti-social
chose not to apply their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate
it's fatal
what will enable a man to levitate

Flava Flav:

and you can take that and put that on the back of your brain
coming straight to you from Masta Killa
ain't nuttin iller
I told you PE is still in full effect
beyond the year 2000
we ain't taking no shorts
and y'all need to know that
to make your head fat boy

"He Got Game"


[Flavor Flav]
Yeah that's right
this cut goes out to all y'all that's been missin us for mad years
One love y'all
Yeah that's right, He Got Game
PE 1998

[Chuck D]
If man is the father, the son is the center of the earth
In the middle of the universe, then why
is this verse comin six times rehearsed?
Don't freestyle much but I write em like such (Word)
Amongst the fiends controlled by the screens
What does it all mean all this shit I'm seein?
Human beings screaming vocal javelins
Sign of the local nigga unravelling
My wanderin got my ass wondering
where Christ is in all this crisis
Hating Satan never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
Nonsense perserveres, prayers laced with fear
Beware, two triple O is near

[Chorus - both]
It might feel good
It might sound a little somethin
but damn the game if it don't mean nuttin
What is game? Who is game?
Where's the game in life behind the game behind the game
I got game, she's got game
We got game, they got game, he got game
It might feel good
It might sound a little somethin
but fuck the game if it ain't sayin nuttin

[Chuck D]
Damn, was it something I said?
Pretend you don't see so you turn your head
Ray scared of his shadow, does it matter?
For the reparations got him playin with the population
Nothin to lose, everything's approved
People used, even murders excused (You preach to em yo)
White men in suits don't have to jump
Still a thousand and one ways to lose with his shoes
God takes care of old folks and fools
while the devil takes care of makin all the rules
Folks don't even own themselves
payin mental rent, to corporate presidents (My man my man)
Ugh, one outta million residents
bein dissident, who ain't kissin it
The politics of chains and whips
Got the sickness and chips and all the championships
What's Love Got To Do with what you got
Don't let the weight get to your head or lost to your heart (Word)
Nonsense perserveres, prayers laced with fear
Beware, two triple O is near

Chorus

[Flavor Flav]
Yeah that's right
Everybody got game
But we just here to let y'all know
that PE, is in full effect, from right now till the year 2000
Aiyo my man sing it

[Stephen Stills]
There's something happening here (Yeah yeah)
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man, with a gun over there (Yeah that's right hah haha)
tellin me, I got to beware
It's time we stop, children what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin, down
(Aiyo, I don't think they heard you Stevie
Kick it to em again one more time)
It's time we stop, children what's that sound?
Everybody look what's goin, down

[Flavor Flav]
Haha, that's right boy, PE in full effect boy to the year 2000 yo

[Shabach Community Choir of Long Island]
Stop, look, what's that sound
Everybody knows what's goin down
*repeat to fade*

[Flavor Flav - over top of choir]
Come on sing it
Sing it again y'all come on
Hey!
He-hey!!!
Aiyo, these are some serious times that we're livin in G
And a new world order is about to begin, y'knowhutI'msayin?
Now the question is - are you ready, for the real revolution
which is the evolution of the mind?
If you seek then you shall find that we all come from the divine
You dig what I'm sayin?
Now if you take heed to the words of wisdom
that are written on the walls of life
then universally, we will stand and divided we will fall
because love conquers all, you understand what I'm sayin?
This is a call to all you sleepin souls
Wake up and take control of your own cipher
And be on the lookout for the spirit snipers
tryin to steal your light, y'knowhutI'msayin?
Look within-side yourself, for peace
Give thanks, live life and release
You dig me? You got me?

"Unstoppable / f KRS-ONE"


[Flavor Flav]
Aiyyo man, ya yo yo yo
I'm tryin ta stay away from it but it won't stay away from me

[KRS-One]
You better ask yourself
What do you want, what do you need, what will you find
Don't be afraid, don't fall asleep, open your mind
I hope this rhyme gets you in time and space, come to a different place
Where you hear spiritual lyrical knowledge and you're face to face
like welfare, and these rappers lyrics they need help there
Does KRS represent heaven? Hell yea
Let me take you elsewhere, where you stand, there's a curse there
for sure, unless you're mature, grow up
If you're immature, then you're livin sinister
You reject the words of the minister
You better get witcha Qu'Ran or bible, you won't be livin long
if you're livin idol, the t'cha, that's my title
Shakin it up, wakin it up, makin it up, breakin it up
Takin it up higher, no liar, you can't deny the
Public Enemy, with the public enema
I gets way up in your buttocks, I rocks cause it's hip-hop
The long-laster, Chuck D with BlastMurderer
I know you heard of the word I be swervin and servin ya
Alertin ya, while splurtin a divine speech
Slow the party down so I can spit it
To each I teach mystic lyric, don't stop, you can get it
You better hear it.. battle? Quit it!

[Chuck D] Unstoppable, Public Enemy on a disc
[KRS-One] Unstoppable
[Griff] Runnin the game, Chuck and Kris
[KRS-One] Unstoppable, bet you didn't know they had grip
[together] Unstoppable
[Chuck D] You don't wanna take this risk
[Chuck D] Unstoppable, Public Enemy on a disc
[together] Unstoppable
[KRS-One] You don't wanna take the risk!

[Chuck D]
Can the black hear his stepchild, run the mile
Forever like a juvenile, to stay alive
Survivin in the freestyle, yo hold it down
Walkin on the wild side, to live or die
Damn another slow song
Yo Money put the recrod back the FUCK on
No respect for the Usual Suspects, mad teens
pourin fire on the gasoline, defeat fiends
Feelin like fever, I'm gettin warm
Chalk marks in the rainstorm, children of the gone
lost and forgotten, minds rotten
The arcade shot em, Channel Zero on the TV got em
If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody
If you don't know yourself, then you nobody
Do your thing, no bang, in the same damn gang
I never sang, I'm back, but I transmit slang
Silence in the face of violent crews
My rhymes and news be blacker than most blues
Troublein, it all come tumblein, for the strugglin
occupations, daily operations stimulations
causin mental violations, minds on vacation
In the middle of Revelation is a nation

[Chuck D] Unstoppable, Public Enemy on a disc
[KRS-One] Unstoppable
[Griff] Runnin the game, Chuck and Kris
[KRS-One] Unstoppable, bet you didn't know they had grip
[together] Unstoppable
[KRS-One] You don't wanna take the risk!
[Chuck D] Unstoppable, Public Enemy on a disc
[KRS-One] Unstoppable
[Griff] Runnin the game, Chuck and Kris
[KRS-One] Unstoppable, bet you didn't know they had grip
[together] Unstoppable
[KRS-One] You don't wanna take the risk!
[together] Unstoppable

"Shake Your Booty"


Uh, uh, keep it goin
Yea, whatever

[Flavor Flav]
Now, now, now
Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit
Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick
Flavor Flav ?time ticks, just count the six to eight figures?
? shut em down at the Ritz
Thinkin of grits, Kibbles 'n Bits, now I'm in the mix
Flav be doin just like this
Off the meat rack, got my money stacked
Blow out your back, no fakin jacks
Kid relax, honey I shrunk the kids
Flipped your wig, on top of the world like 'Pac and Big
Flavor Flav still stay jig
Takin a swing, knock you out like Shannon Briggs
Up on your block, money bustin out my socks
Yo I'm in it for life, I'm takin a piece of the rock
Flavor Flav got a lot, so you know I can't stop
In ninety-eight I'm livin on large estates boy!

Chorus: *sung*

Flavor Flav shake yo' booty
Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty
Stack paper, and let's get crazy
Throw your hands in the air then be Swayze
(repeat 2X)

[Flavor Flav]
Check out my girls, check out my girls
Sing that shit G, sing that shit G!

Give me the night, like George Benson
and have fun, this jam is number one
We gonna party til it's done, me and DR
goin real far
In a black car, fat two-seater
Rich like Kedar, on my Def Jam's
Let's see how the ball bounce
I'ld lampin, so you know I can't fall
From Strong Island, still buckwhylin, stylin
Profilin, eatin at City Island
Now you know the real score, Flavor's raw
Catch me on tour, makin mad moves for sure
Hittin chicks like galore, we're gonna dance
til we shake the floor, I know you party people want more

Chorus

[Flavor Flav]
Word up yo
Ha ha, tsk tsk tsk
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ha hah
Ohh shit, sing it y'all!

(Shake it) C'mon, sing it!
(Shake it, shake it like ya want) Sing it again, c'mon!
(Shake it) Let em hear you
(Shake it, shake it like ya want) Yo this is fly, it's fly, it's fly
(Shake it) Yo it's blazin
(Shake it, shake it like ya want) All this shit is hot
(Shake it) Hot hot hot!
(Shake it, shake it like ya want) Hot hot hot HOT!!!

First of all, Flav never get stuck
Still wear my jewels that's trunk
Can't mess with the cash that's bad enough tryin to set me up
Get me messed up in the game, what's my name?
Watch me flame to the Billboard spot
I'm HOT HOT HOT, on MTV BET
The way you see me, V.I.P.
Don't try to make history
Stay loyal to fam P.E., ?
Nigua, burn your face with a ciggerua

Chorus 2X

[Flavor Flav]
Yeah that's right, two-zero-zero-zero
I know it's hot Son, it's blazin
We gon' take this shit
We gon' flip it to the moon
YaknowhatI'msayin? And we gonna flip it off the moon
back to New York, and flip it down Broadway
YaknowhatI'msayin? All the way down to Hot 97
And we gock it like this, like this yaknowhatI'msayin?
Terminator X!!
Ha hah, let me hear that one more time, one more time
Terminator X!!

One more time, one more time, Terminator X!