[Intro]
We gon rock a man cause we got the fresh tho
Ayo, 1, 2
T3, and you don't, uh (One-one-one-one time)
Jay Dee, and you don't, uh, uh (Two-two ti-times)
Baatin, and you don't, Slum Vill (three-three ti-times)
Pete Rock, and you cancel (four times!)

[Verse 1: Pete Rock]
Yo, I'm on a mission, I hold the pen and stay twisted
The competition my street cats will stay listening (word up)
Detroit to New York, I still walk the walk
Control dancehall, chillin in my b-boy stance y'all
Never was known to be an emcee
I still rip and flip crowds into a frenzy
Reciting facts shit, and it's like herbs to bite
Bum rush your mic tech, play this only at night
Coincide with the mic take flight above shores (word 'em up)
I separate mines from yours
I look ya up and as I stare in your face
Your big mind's on a hum (hum)
The one you got your idea from
Yeah I'm right here son, and straight out the slum
Makin tracks for dough, gettin paid to do shows
So when I blow (what), y'all niggas respect my flow
Ay yo I'm nice with the pill and I rock with Slum Vill
So what you want, Thun?

[Verse 2: Jay Dee]
Ayo, you want flows? We got tons of them
Pete, Slum, and Tim trying to bank shit like the Huntington
Get that money and dip, flash the cash in front of them
Niggas gruntin' and shit, sayin' nothin I'm done with them
Oh yo! Peeps ain't got a hold they gun on them
Cause if one of them cats jump, we all jumpin' in
Believe that! We got somethin' for the some dumb
Bubble yum chewin that don't know what they doin'
With this rap shit, rap tactics automatic
And the fact is y'all know you bored with the whack shit
We got that phat shit that auto and Nordic track shit
And when you hear it, man I don't know how to act, shit

[Verse 3: T3]
It's like the first related verse and now we rock with the beat
Just another casualty for S and the V
It's like action is what we give and receive
Best do believe we got some shit up our sleeves
Some shit to dance to, some shit to the trees
Some shit if you dyin' and they help you breathe
Make a handicap nigga exceed with speed
It's like totally with Toronto to V
Doin this for DET in the place to be
Can't forget the rest R, O, I, and T
McNicholas baby, what else could it be?
Please, lace me with a scratch for the beat

[Verse 4: Baatin]
In the beginning, it was the S, never no lame shit
Motherfuckers traveled for miles to McNick
We kick rhymes, we know they never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' like cheap thoughts
Fuck this rap shit, I'm too smart for that
I do this shit for kicks with my crew, believe that
The S is on the way to makin' emcees quick
I shoot the kinda rhymes to make the emcees duck
On the mic I never fight I call an angel of war
Slice an emcee with my palm, a lyrical sword
You really want a battle? You must be ill
Well it's the S, numero uno, I'm in your favorite
The negroes make the music that you run out to get
Now this is love at the less, new bomb shit
Mac Nicholas is earnin' money on some Mount Vernon shit

[Outro]
What, Slum Vill and we out
No doubt for 98
Settin ya straight
Getcha self laced
Peace