[Common]
   I'm not tall, but can I bust?
   Like the double dutch, going down the street
   I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to
   And to me, yo, my shit be sounding sweet
   It's like doo rock, doo rock, oop
   I chew with my group, chicken and we couped in a hoop
   Deee! Somebody's breath is smelling poo
   Geee! Tone, is that you? (I don't think so)
   I'm one time, two times, three times a lady
   Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-bee
   Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da
   When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah"
   Cha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goes
   Yeah nigga, I'm fly, so keep your fucking mouth closed
   Ralph goes "Rasheed" and I be saying "Boo!"
   Bitches welcome back Common with the "Oooh oooh ooh"
   And this is how I wreck it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
   This is how I wreck it, do doo doo do doo
   Now one two check ir, I'm as Def as a Leopard
   It could be, it should be, it is? Holy cow!
   I'm grass hopping like the ?common Billy section?
   Not the Godfather, but I lounge like a stepper
   Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait
   (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ
   I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like
   Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white
   And that makes me mad
   (Backwards scratching) Who's bad?
  
   [Ynot]
   Now can I bust in this era, I'm a plus like addition
   And listen, I'm dishing out shit like a chef
   The love is the Late Show, showing you the ladies
   You late on the show? Oh we the greatest show? You right
   To might right, raise, to my left, boom bap
   In the back, Blazay Blah, so get the fuck out my face
   Oh what a disgrace, you can't disgrace
   Boys I'll erase you boys to mincemeat
   Human means T, O's, N's, why's this is just a tease before my album
   No bum is out, I'm out to parlay you Fritos
   One chip off the block, so bust it down, bust the sound
   Exciting as a big zap
   I frighten those biting when Lord jabber tighten when tighten taken to loose
   Ynot's no loser but I lost your real mind
   I find you, finder's keeper's so you mind too
   Your mind can't match mine when I do mine
   Call mine, my mouth is a fucking gold mine
   More chaws like monster jaws, I get ate like the balls
   I got to rhyme, too, I climb you like a stepson
   No weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel
   Snakes in my file
   Shit, I'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers
   Who diss that who go on about fashion
   Fasten your seatbelts til he melts to ice
   T.O.N.Y.'s backwards, nevertheless
   I attack nerds, fuck what you heard
   Hey, gone when I finish, women and niggas say "Damn, Tone"
   That's busted
  
   Bust it out, chant chant
   Common Sense you know is running things
   Let's show you we know you run it down
   You ain't seeing us though we running things
   Yeah, you know they running things
  
   [Ynot]
   Usually I'm the second voice, this time I'm the first choice
   In the rhyme, I'm no prancer, so what?
   Momma mock me, here's your time to jock, G, don't jack me
   Don't pack no axe like a savege
   I ran track stars back to their crib, create craters
   In there, I'm holding one for fun
   One tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis
   One plays croquet, and Blazay plays the cut
   Still make the women say "Hey"
   Yodle lay hey hee hoo, in my way dead
   Yo I lay she hoo, in my bed
   Ask Common, I did your momma, nah I took it easy
   Of hard hail, on a scale from 1 to 10
   I'm rich, I own Ebony and Essence
   And Essence say I'm strong cause with the pen I've been a Bad Boy
   A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause she's good
   Should I say more? I see more, I see more
   Sea shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and play Yatzee
   Ynot's the posse, dressing tight, yo I'm friendly
   Who's the master, the weak-minded say I rock too strong
   The short-winded say I rhyme to long
   So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasant"
   No, let me stop, chow, baby
  
   [Common]
   Baby, baby, baby!
   Kids call me coffee because I *jugga jugga jugga* drop!
   And you don't stop, don't put on the red light
   While I rock player, niggas I coach more than John Thompson
   I'm in your town, George, I got it made like Florance
   I'm getting bigger than the lips on Martain Lawrence
   *Mmuah, mmuah* It's like, it's like this
   A Sermon like Erick, did a B.A.P. just like Tists
   Wham! I knocked you over, but can I get a witness?
   I shoot the gift rapping, and wish you a Merry Christmas
   With he quickness is how I rip this, can you dig it?
   Well if not, then dig this, this is the way that I flow
   The pimp of hip-hop, I make you say "Ho!"
   Don't hear me knocking, like I said, like I said
   And this is the story about a man named Jed
   Got some lead for those hefiers, yo I rip it out
   My weapon, double decker, I come from 187
   And I do work undercover like a cop
   Stop in the name of Com before I break your arm
   Plus I'm down with the U-Ack and Bushman
   Peace to the Beatnuts, peace to the Pharcyde
   Yeah, you know what time it is
   Yeah, that's how it is
  
   (The silliness continues til the end)