Ba-bom, boom, aoowww, heh
I'm blast the cold blast, I'm back to cold blast
*scratch* from the Squad tower
(Yo don't erase that intro!)
*whistling*

[Chorus with variations and Hit Squad shoutouts]
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend

[Verse 1: PMD]
I grab my cordless like my nuts, DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too rough, niggas gettin' snuffed all in the cut
Get with the rugged raw shit, catching niggas in the gut
Cause I'm Blass and niggas ass stay gear with the Hilfiger
Timberland boots, Rolex, whip a Benz, nigga
So throw your hands up in the air like you don't care
Chickenheads swingin from chandeliers in they underwear
That's that b-boy shit, grab your big dick
Crack a 40, spark an L and get bent shit
Three eighty by the hip in case a nigga slip
Don't like beefs or jealousy niggas on the [?]
It's mass confusion niggas losin' by the minute tryin' to
Win it but thanks to hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it

[Chorus]
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend

[Verse 2: PMD]
Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin' just start to panic
And you don't stop (don't stop), got the Hit Squad backin' me
Spark your L's, honies sip your daquiri
Ask for P, my mission in to get richer and
Lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
Hat, it ain't over till the fat chicken-
Head catch wreck, snap that bitch neck
I show and prove niggas best to move slow (slow)
The P the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only (what?)
Friend, can't even trust nobody (body)
Cause next thing you know I'm fuckin bustin' somebody (somebody)
My shadow got my back and that's the way it goes
Keep my eyes out for foes and remain on my tippy toes
Respect my flows then release it for the brothers
One to hundreds, the fuckin certified top gunners
I keep a close knit quick to roast click
'Bout to pull shit, a few dimepieces if the hoes fit
It don't quit, it don't stop, and never will and
So kill it, I'm strictly hardcore so you can see it

[Chorus]
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend
I represent the hardcore rough rugged and raw
The PMD the mic's my only friend

I represent...
*shouts, DJ Scratch on the cut, misc.*