Roll like Sonic the hedgehog The competition X'ed off my big mouth seem to find me more Barney Rubble than Bedrock Said f** a deskjob Next stop top of the world, we hectos Its a combination of curse words and clarity Mixture of vision and vulgarity, middle finger to gravity Sticking em up, like Lara Bingle on the balcony Whats been ain't sh** on whats about to be So who's next on the guillotine? Illy, m-phizzle drop the bomb, we rock shows not skinny jeans f** what you're saying, what you really mean? Its obese 2010's k**er team, marching onto victory, and the say You're only as strong as your crews weakest link I move mountains on a day off, part seas when I spit We raise the bar, without even having to blink My crew be the sh**, and its one hell of a stink And you know, we turn the party out Is hip-hop in the house? without a doubt High low far wide east west north south Is hip-hop in the house? without a doubt We back, on that, we back, we on that We back, on that, we back, we on that like First the underground love you have a hit and you get hated on But keep up and at em they'll come back to loving you later on And I know fate favours the bravest But anybody taking on m f**ing phazes, laters No rest for the wicked so I don't sleep I just don't listen to your little bo peep net whinging Get in where you fit in And ain't no room around here for that kind of punk b**hness My mish is a surface to airwave heatseeker endowed Like a walrus no doubt hitting deeper than the drowned Rock an aura like Rick James b**h, stomp sneakers in your couch Never been one with feet left on the ground I'm all for leaps abounds, procedure The barman's bringing the jugs, chicks bringing their jugs out Getting down, you can tell by the people in the crowd That brother we won't leave, we bounce And you know, we turn the party out Is hip-hop in the house? without a doubt High low far wide east west north south Is hip-hop in the house? without a doubt We back, on that, we back, we on that We back, on that, we back, we on that like