[INTRO:] 
Uh huh, uh huh 
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know 
Uh huh, uh huh 
What up 
Uh huh, uh huh 
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh 
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there 
Yo, yo, yo 
 
[HOOK:] 
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that 
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit up on this track 
Lauryn if you're listenin, Pras if you're listenin 
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the Booga Basement 
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini, 
It aint all about the money* 
 
[Verse 1] 
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola 
Loud MCs, feel the silencer 
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to Belvue 
This aint a sequel son, but I have you "Scream 2" [AHHH!] 
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie 
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like ET 
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone 
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes 
See, y'all aint MCs, you a CM 
Common Motherfucker rhymin about Lexus and Benz 
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin 
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by Marilyn Manson 
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone 
I guess like Eddie Murphy you was givin 'em a ride home 
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source 
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like Full Force 
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough 
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs 
Grandma yell, CD player number two 
Shadae's in my bedroom singin "sweetest taboo" 
 
[HOOK] 
 
[Verse 2] 
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat? 
Y'all must be smokin crack, with Pookie from New Jack 
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all MC 
But y'all flip like Pharisees and charge me for blasphemy 
You know who you are, eight bar superstar 
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards 
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met 
First thing she say, "I used to run with Wyclef" 
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest 
Yeah you could fight, in the WWF 
Cuz in this arena aint nothin but gladiators and haters 
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers 
Oh Lord, protect me from the devil 
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ 
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public 
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits 
Some MCs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground 
Counting English pounds 
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight 
I was in Noah's Ark for Forty days and Forty nights 
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite 
Cuz aint nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice 
That's when I daydream into the twilight 
Girls wit they man, screamin "I hate life" 
Baby girl look in the opposite direction 
Cuz my class is the *Misedu...* 
 
[HOOK]