No static at all      Beef not needed to waste one   'Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum   Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum   A humdrum liver in Bedlam      Bet your last buck, you don't laugh to this   Your horse came last behind the cactus   Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy   The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be      In there, like Belvedere in his underwear   On the new year, my dear, so make it clear   I'm gonna ask do you wanna live small?   Static? Nah troop, none at all      Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus?   [Incomprehensible] sip slowly on Snapple in hand   Not these hands of mine holdin' clippers   Slip and clip your flat top to ceasar      Ease your ego, I go toe to toe   Throw my voice like I throw my yo-yo   And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support   And toward a crumb static ain't my sport      Swing to this, Serch swings to that   Much as you noticed, they always wear hats   Boots and loops produced by Prince Paul   Slaps ya skull, no static at all      Static mixed in but it don't cling   To a fat rope dope Gucci link or an earring   Hand now gropin' for   But the hand is used to get skins      Skim the cream but it seems you still rise   For some who lives more, now life life size   All are lepers in my swingdom   Groups and troops get friends and they bring them      In goes props so pop 'til the mornin'   Home to the young, pop still snorin'   Wake up you blackhead and heed the call   Aiyyo, no static at all      I flip on kicks, my DJ tricks   The a.k.a code name Richie Rich   (Daddy Rich, you never watch him on TV?)   Straight no takes, the iron had East bridge   full on 1210's flippin' the beats      Some bust nuts, Daddy Rich bust cuts   Such transform over rhythms on dust   I rush this rhythm, hold like Mingus   I swing this joint, no static to sting this      A bitch's brew, who [Incomprehensible] gyro   Scabs can't craft what only the fly knows   Got skins all in on scheamin'   Scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin'      I'm seemin' vexed in my rhymin' texts   Opened up shop to chop off the head, next   I put off punks like junk so sporadic   Stashed away like old drawers in my attic      Or drawers on my legs, figures what I says   Snack on Jolly Rancher or Orange Pez   Yep, this ain't no collect call   So peace, yo Pete      No static at all   True