[Chorus]
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered

[Verse 1: Poc Fu]
Open ya eyes, surprise! Oh my gosh
Who that kickin' that rap, he's super just like cat
Although ya knew that
The way we think is totally deranged
We makin' our shit sound strange, unifying our brains
But holy moly, it's the tall guy, so make way as I conquer
My styles electrifying, I'll shock you more than Blanka
It's factual, supernatural, now bust the actual
Picture as I fix ya while you sink into my mixture
Yeah, my style is deep so get ya dictionaries
I got your name up on the frame from the obituary
My stylistic is futuristic but yet simplistic
Pack the protein plus more flavor than a mystic
Juice produce a Dr. like Seuss
Could it be I'm livin triple fat just like the goose
On ya mark! Set! Go!
Yo let's get physical, it's critical, scientifical
My mystical style will sting ya like a poisonous bug
As I'm crashing through ya walls like that Kool-Aid jug
[Chorus]
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered

[Verse 2: Chip Fu]
Chadibbidy bibbidy yumpa yimminie
Yo gimme the mic, yikes I jumps like Jiminy (who?)
Cricket, watch me kick it hops and bust shots like Yosemite
Remember me mister, I'm using these fists for
Fury, so hurry up put up ya dukes, it looks like it's a flurry
Kid I should know it
Yo it's the poet watch my flow get quicker
Every time I rip the mic here I'mma slow it
It's the rootinest tootinest, giving you the boot and if ya riff
Or you're gonna wanna, I'm a comma shootin' with my ray gun
Say some way I come with shit to make ya dizzy
When I gets busy kid and once it's said properly
I believe no topping me
No stopping me, only barricades blocking me
'Cause I'm buckwild, hostile
Now watch how I send them n***as running for the Bible scripts
Ducking bullets, now ya clutch ya crucifix
I learned all my styleses from the kung fu flicks
Wanna battle area code 666
'Cause it's the napper rapper
Lyrics slap ya, jab ya, clap on, clap off
After I freaks the clapper
This n***a freaks it, keep it
On the hush now, peep it
Got 'nough curses in my verses so yo fuck it, bleep it
You herbs, you heard the style, yes and the words
I choose to use to bruise all crews and kick them to the curb
Yo it's a pity, ya itty bitty, we run the city
From state to state, from pole to pole
The whole kiddie committee
[Chorus]
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered

[Verse 3: Moc Fu]
Now vacate the premises, I'm knockin' out teeth
So check ya dentistses, my style's horrendous, tremendous
Come with more game than Genesis
But some say my word play can get real obnoxious
The funky way I kick it, I kick it wicked, ya dig it!

[Chip Fu]
Yo, yo, yo, we got them swaying
Smokin' like a stogie
Try to bite our style because we're in like vogue, yes
And we're comin' with the sheets
Whole leap of techniques
The brothers way down yonder from the depth's beneath

[Moc Fu]
Yo, yo, his signs are weakening, damn no pulse
I think that he's dead, man we're losing him
Ahh fuck it, just cover his head
[Chorus]
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered