What, I'm in the mood to give to ya, too much for you to handle Not much I had to give Spin around my little hottie gonna take a look again my superficial Little ways are gonna make me insane I'm here to show you what it's like you think you had it once before It's a pleasure to your delight, I'm here to name you discowhore Straight up, where we go back down, stop the flow MC fire, I'm down, and it's time to go home I don't really care what you say to me, don't dare diss creativity It's easy to see what we're doin' wrong, but I'd like to hear you write a Hip-hop song Nothin'll do but the best, so I delivery the best, no stress I'm writin' pages, smoking all the sess', don't press me for a photo op I'm sick of all these solo pop divas on my radio, speakers, sellin' soda Pop and sneakers, 'cause it's not hot hittin' hiphop project bitten From mcs spittin' out the lyrics that I'm slippin to you now I came to get down, I came to get down So watch my crew tear this shit down Checkity, check, check Should I tighten up the wire Nothin'll do but the best for MC fire I'm flippin' out the beats, 'cause the beats are flippin' I'm rockin' on guitar 'cause the strings are grippin' Yo check one two so what you gonna do, CPR is on stage ready to Break through, ooh Cash till takes the mic and I'm alright I like my b-cup supermodels tight, aiight! Strap on your air jordans and look to the sky Here's another bomb track to make you wonder why, on earth do they rock so Damn hard, you see my picture on the CPR trading cards I'm the part-time virtual MC of your dreams, and I rise to the Top using any means, you try to jump in my pants and Your bound to rip the seams, the hiphop don't stop So where's the green? Screwy Newey back again, the sneaky living lexicon Cooler than captain cooligan, the hooligan, southeast Michigan, I'll Kill a man, just to watch him die, I twist the words around to get the truth out Of a lie, I'm the king misogynist, I make the ladies cry, toe to toe Eye to eye, you lose goodbye CPR's the muse to rock the mofo, viva la revolution, so here we go You can't tell us what to do, you can't tell us what to say So open your ears close your eyes and wait for the song to fade Nothin'll do but the best, 'cause we're rippin' like a bullet Through your bullet-proof vest