[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
   The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on
   Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christen Slaters
   Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital
   Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz
   Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways
   Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
   Now that's a money thing
   Yo yo
  
   [Hook: Inspectah Deck *singing*]
   I was +Dashing+ through the hood
   Eighteens with the whip, smoke gray
   Leavin' skid marks on five-oh, smokin' all the way
   Hahaha!
   With my all-star team, bitches see our shine
   Yo son we gotta make that +CREAM+ whether raps or Nixon times
  
   [Inspectah Deck]
   They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali
   Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey
   I swarm like paparazzi, she popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki
   Everything is sloppy, philosophical for those who copy
   I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block
   Sippin' on Lime Bacardi got me toxy
   Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy
   Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti
   Snatch the +CREAM+, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby
   Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni
   like I'm still coppin' big eights from papi
   Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party
   It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body
   But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryin' to knock me
   I'm known to pump ya blood like the theme song to Rocky
   Kamikaze, might karate chop ya head like a natty dread
   then call myself Collar Ratsi
   Professionally trained, I am for your artery
   I give the autographs but charge for photography
   Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody
   You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wallys
   Spark the brocolli, spaz off this ghetto opery
   Or catch the hot seat, you're bawty boy without ya posse
   Seen..
  
   [Chorus x4: Inspectah Deck]
   Come, come, come
   One for the dough, son
   Give me the reasons
  
   [GZA]
   They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly
   Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy
   He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy
   Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty
   Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday?
   While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay
   Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack
   All those who couldn't multiply were sent back
   No tanks, low rank, soldiers hittin' the heart
   Tainted the heart of an empire, was torn apart
   Brought to a halt from a front full assault
   The chemist left the lab with undetermined results
   They saw the swordsman sift electrical volts
   The audience threw nuts with loose screws and bolts
   The archives automatically changed ya stiff vibes
   It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five
  
   [Chorus x4]