[Intro: Sample]
Five! Four! Three! Two!

[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Forgive them Lord, for they know not what they spit
Unlucky contestants on the mic, sounds nice; what they get?
Or we have a beat for a one time wonder hit
And a how-to-play-it-off-if-you-make-a-live-blunder kit
And the winner for the ninth time in a row:
DOOM, I owe it to a well-refined rhyme flow
Now if you don't mind, dough
Find me where the limes grow
With a fine dime, fill in the blanks
Still no necklace and a mil' in the bank
Grill stay blank, not to be critical but ill they stank
Maybe give 'em thanks from the steele grade shank
Hold that, put the mic down, ya luck's up
Don't let it touch the ground and shut the…
Door, buckle up, it's the law, fool
Stay calm like you got pulled over with the raw

[Chorus: Salt N' Pepa]
Mic sound nice, check one
Mic sound nice, check two
Mic sound nice, check three
Are you ready?
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
If he had thick hair like Ric Flair, checkin'?
He wouldn't know if hoes really cared for the…
Lyrical skills - that's how they judge it
Trick the deals and tell her take it out the budget mother…
Fudge it like the numbers on a number one Billboard hit
And still be bored as…
It could be worse; this verse a no-rehearse
Known to snatch the mic like, “No, me first”
They get sloppy seconds after we stop wreckin'
And they had a choppy check-in
Then he ripped the beat like a surgery botched
A hurter, he murder flows, DOOM off the crotch
I'll be back in two and two, watch the clock
They thought we had Koch, how ya block got blotch
Another notch on the Glock
His own stock in the strip club
Free scotch on the rocks, beeyotch!

[Chorus: Salt N' Pepa]
Mic sound nice, check one
Mic sound nice, check two
Mic sound nice
Take it from the top