[Intro: Erick Sermon]
EPMD, Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Squadron, uh-huh
Scratch
There I is (Yeah)
There I is
There I is (Yeah, ha)
There I is
Yeah (There I is)
There I is
Uh (There I is)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, ha (There I is)

[Verse 1: Erick sermon]
Let me introduce my DJ, Scratch the Black Balboa
I'm Erick Sermon, the dope rhyme blower
My DJ's Scratch-atori, interesting like war stories
With EPMD, the fame and the glory
The boy wonder, the second nature
The Arnold Schwarzenegger, the Eraser up on the crossfader
From Brooklyn, Albany projects
Been around the world with the DJ sets, catchin' wreck

[Verse 2: Parrish Smith]
Yo, the track drives me to excel, Scratch is dangerous like the third rail
Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a Duracell
Show-stopper, knockin' cats out like Rock 'Em Sock 'Em
Can't stop him, so playa hatin' is your only option
Hands quicker than Roy Jones with no headphones
BK Albany PJs where my man zone
PMD and Scratch, the quarterback
Meltin' wax, flippin' more tracks than Amtrak

[Outro: Erick Sermon]
There I is
There I is
There I is
There I is
'C— 'Cause I'm— 'C— 'Cause I'ma—
'Cause I'ma— 'C— 'C— 'C— (There I is)
'Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time
When it comes to the— I gets busy with mine (There I is)
It's on now, baby