[Intro: Erick Sermon]
Yeah, coming to you live
You know another one of those, um (Def Squad)
Flavorishous, mackadoshis
Sour cream and onion type flavor
Uh-hum

[Verse 1: Redman]
I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown out
I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino
For black albinos, I'm like suicidal on vinyl
The type of antidope you have to keep away from minors
And I'm the bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wettin' MC's when they open
My identities blows facilities to ememies, please test these abilities
I'm rugged, plus pack a 24 studded
Karrot automatic, 45 n***a slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on
I react freakin' to songs, when bitches see me perform
Bitches get wet, then I inspect them like Deck
Check my resume says I strictly break vertebrates
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs
I blow states off the map just by eye contact

[Hook]
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit? Y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground
I be's in Effect like Wreckx,
Rhyme skills be shooting off like two black techs
Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft
The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take it to the streets
If you can't run up on my turf, get some cleats
I let one n***a slide in 93
But this year, he's fuckin' history

[Hook]
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)

[Verse 3: Passion]
Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain
N***as falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me
I got a PHD in funkology
You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic
So cock your automatics, I've had it up to here
You n***as are in danger, you better stand clear
No hugs, no love and kiss mainstream
America, they just ain't ready for this
Cause I'm nice as shit, n***as be having fits
The Squad of Def be smacking hits after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for the healin'
[Hook]
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)

[Outro: Erick Sermon]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Things is hot in the Tunnel out in here, you know what I'm sayin'? Um, N-Y-C streets is love
It's hot in the summer, um
Spring, winter and fall
Things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce
It's like... um...
We doin' it... y'all feel this? (I feel you)