Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (4x)
  Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (4x)
  A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (2x)
  Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (2x)
  Yo, this is the way it's goin down
  We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound
  Like Keith ?Senses? you defend techniques and on match
  When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac
  'Cause I'ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure
  The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist
  We comin deadly y'all ever in
  And you'll be scared to pick the mic up again
  Lyrically you on the level of "Green, Eggs and Ham"
  Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand
  Plus I'm steppin like a monster so go-go and scram
  You ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance
  'Cause when you dealin with fool Will is quite fatal
  Shape-shiftin rubbers like Play Dough
  Your rhymes are anal and we ain't got no time to play
  No games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say no
  More than rhymes 'cause you duplicate like Kinkos
  You're a carbon copy with the wrinkles
  You actin like a nigga that be rhymin in a Pringle commercial
  But you can wear it in rehearsal
  Chorus:
  No need to front, that's what it is
  I gotta get into you
  Oh, I gotta show you what it is
  Gotta get into you
  Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
  Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
  And duplicator crew, we put em all on freeze
  Lock em in the cell, then throw away the keys
  Another lost identity in disease
  Entity with a so-called MC enemies
  Will decrease when I step into your sceneries
  Of course now you off course lost up in the source
  I'm running out of time, this no time for no scrimmage
  Aristorate the diamonds and replace it with the real image
  Picture that, I know where I'm at
  I know where I'm going and I'll be back
  With a stronger impact lyrics be intact
  Get you intoxicated when black attack
  With the full-force pressure, hard to measure
  On a rate, whack MC's won't prevail
  On a dream of makin dream braggin about infrared beams
  But it seems all they really pullin is pullin them schemes
  I take it back to the essense of hip-hop
  Never will I stop with my beat-box
  Chorus
  Can you feel it
  Hmm, I gotta get into you
  Oh, I'm gonna show you what it is
  I wanna get into you
  No need to front, that's what it is
  I gotta get into you
  No need to front, that's what it is
  I wanna get into you
  [Repeat]