[KRS-One] You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre You know what time it is! Xzibit steps up to the mic layin down the hard-core, real raw, underground My name is KRS-One, and it's REAL!!
[Xzibit] Well it's me, down with D-are-E X to the Z rocks any party Rocks the beats, and the breaks Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place Cause suckers shake, while I'm creatin They get together and they start to hatin How can we take him out one time cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes I might go first, and he'll go second I'll wreck 'em, deck 'em, set it, just checkin your mic Droppin hot shit I like So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth By the fifth eat shit, you'll step off Six is your beatdown, your title is seven Takin out your four man crew makes eleven By the twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A. like no one else.. You can check any rapper from the underground scene but few have dropped hot shit and seen green Some have dope twelve inches, count 'em But not many niggaz have slammin albums X to the Z rocks consistantly I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me Why? Well that's my secret baby I don't take shit, so fuck you, pay me So you can call me, a public servant Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it So I just walk, or ride my bike and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight Give me a chance and I'll rock the house But let a motherfucker try to take me out Cause male or female, I will strangle If it's a label, they have to untangle Adidas, chains, jerseys, braids Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge Step right up if that's what you like but watch your bitch, I catch hoes like a dyke In the night at a height right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!" .. I am your mentor History is mine, it's time you surrender motherfuckers and just back up quickly Your style is sickly but you persist to get me or outwit me with the style that I created years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes Oh, all of a sudden you don't know or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind that rhyme that place do not chase I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE In case you hate I won't write no tough rap Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped
[KRS-One] Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man! I don't think they understand this shit! Break this shit over they backs!
[Xzibit] I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew I deny your existence as artists You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak but when you speak through the microphone you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth The light comes forth cause Mr. X Intelligence, smoke and guns manifest in the flesh I snatch the mic and get hype Behave, before you make the news front page Headed for the grave and the wake So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK And put a little pep in your step X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation in the nation, in creation All you assholes in ANY occupation Like rappers with nothin to say I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre Cause no matter how fatter the wallet, I'd rather gather together and splatter whatever egotistic bullshit, the game is over when you push the record but don't push the culture
[Xzibit] Just throw your hands in the sky Still believe real niggaz never die And if you in this life just gettin by Somebody say, "I'm high!" (I'm high!) "I'm high!" (I'm high!) Yeah, and you don't stop Yeah..
[KRS-One] Woop woop, woop, woop woop! You know what time it is Pull over, all wack emcees, AHH-AHHH! Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate.. underground.. rawness! Straight off the street Xzibit, turn it up..