[Verse 1]    [E.S.T]  I'm on your mind in what you say and in your mind in what you think  Your mic don't work cos I'm also the jinx  I'm your worsest nightmare, your truest reality  With a touch of mystery, you know who it's gotta be  The sinister head minister, risin' over top of ya  My posse's shootin' up your system like the Mafia  And when the smoke clears we seem to disappear  Automatically fillin' your heart with fear  My personality inflictin' much pain  To the point where you're faintin' when you hear my name  I'm not bad, nor out to kill  Just comin' down with a bad case of gettin' ill  And for real there is no reason  It ain't even the season  Right now it's chilly chill time  Lay back and relax to my rhyme  If you lack the knack then you're phony  This jam is for members only  The issue is how I'm gonna get you  You chose me, cousin, I didn't choose you  You try to bust with your kiddy-hop groove  Yo dude, straight up, that was a dummy move  If you were in a battle, should've rocked it right  But you had to go say some loony lines on the mic  I never argue or holler, never fussin' or cussin'  Cos the music stays dustin'...a-while I'm crushin' and bussin'    Yeah, we got Hilltop in the house from right to left, you know what   I'm sayin'? My man Cool C about to get on the mic and bust a cold   stupid rhyme, sayin' it just to get paid. So, yo Cool...    Bust it...    [Verse 2]    [Cool C]  Cool C, I'm not here to play  I'm just here with somethin' to say  About the crew 3-D  Chuck Nice, Woody Wood and E.S.T  They're down with the Hilltop band  And I'm a hustler with the mic in my hand  Out to rock MC's  With the style to make you weak at the knees  Devastatin', rhyme creatin'  Treacherous, and I'm not fakin'  On the mic to do what's right  Certified by me, so don't bite  If you do, you'll hang by my rope  You can't cope, cos man, it's just dope  I never argue, I'm never fussin'  You know why? I'm crushin' and bussin'    (Yeah, that was dope, Cool) Man, you know it.     Yo, E.S.T...show 'em what happen if they mess with the Hilltop.    Go ahead, kick it...    [Verse 3]    [E.S.T]  If me and you battle, when you win you're number one  But if you lose, you're done  Rock bottom's where you'll stay for the remainder  As I get known as World's Hottest Entertainer  Bustin' out with the right style  My unique figure of speech makes you listen a while  To word pauses, harmonises, and party phrases  Beat breaks in just the right places  To make you feel real when you hear it playin'  Go around singin' all my hit sayings  MC's from miles around  Listen to the radio because I'm on the countdown  You're outdated and you've just begun  You're a jack of all trades and a master of none  I never argue or holler, never fussin' or cussin'  Cos the music stays dustin'...a-while I'm crushin' and bussin'    Yeah, once more do we hear the dope stuff. 3-D is officially in the  house to cold crush and bust all suckers. Yo, Cool C, we outta here.  As-salaam alaikum, boy, on the acknickulous tip