The microphone in the stand passes to he hand of my man Mo
And you know he got to kick it down fly again, one of the G men
And you gotta know that the stage is his friend
He pick it up and blast the crowd, endowed with the superior strength of rhyme
He kick the line in time
And then he throw it out loud to the crowd and then back again
And then he turn it around
We take the rhyme, we kick it down, then throw it out we throw it out to the crowd
We throw the frets, the beat, kick it sweet, and now I got you on your feet
We drop da bomb, mow your lawn, I got you all sweatin' like Jerry chased by Tom
I wrote the rhyme with a pen and now it's in your head
Rupe rise and surprise the guys and Betties that are down with the CHUMP sound
With the mic in hand he da man droppin' da bomb in da house on demand
Just like he planned it to go you know and to flow
While the kid James to G is crunchin' out on Tito
Funky wah and thick boom in the room with Rupe rhymin' sweet
And you know I got you all up on your feet
We take the rhyme, we kick it down, then throw it out we throw it out to the crowd
We throw the frets, the beat, kick it sweet, and now I got you on your feet
We drop da bomb, mow your lawn, I got you all sweatin' like Jerry chased by Tom
I wrote the rhyme with a pen and now it's in your head