"He who write the songs.." - repeated throughout the intro            [Intro: Inspectah Deck]      Festos (who got it, huh, who got it?)      Underdawgz in the building, U.D.'s (who got it, huh, who got it?)   Streetlife, Size/7, what, Johnny Blaze (who got it, huh, who got it?)            Yeah, what, it's a Shaolin thing y'all, get familiar         [Inspectah Deck]      Truth scholar, you holla up the few dollars      I work it overtime, whether white or blue collar      I prove my honor, 'cause I been through the drama      Wu-Chronicles, and I continue the saga         Chart topper, rhyme tough as body armor   When I speak, I hold the globe like a Dhali Llama      The flow is aqua, pa, you swimmin' wit the known piranha      The soul father, get to know my whole persona   Like Shaquana, from Guyana, stay lace in cabana         Fiend for the block opera, your top sponsor   For papa, she shake her tata's like maracas      Got you locked in the scope of the rocket launcher         Stop your offers, cop mine, I drop it monster      Let the rhyme inside your mind like chocolate ganja, it's the worst            [Chorus: sampled singer (Inspectah Deck)]      He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)      He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)      He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?)      He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs, he..         [Inspectah Deck]         I supply the fire, let your headsets be the bomb      One song, give you pipe dreams like Cheech & Chong      Got dough, cop and go, all else breeze along      Be strong, the high last four weeks long      Get your eat on, she'll hold you til the fever is gone      Got you cold sweatin', and up creepin' til dawn   Wide eyed, off the side, no sleepin' on morn'      O.D.'ing, just the side effects, so, please be warned         Son, I raise your blood pressure like tight jeans and thongs      Guaranteed like throwin' the bomb to Keyshawn      Put your peeps on, I spice it up like Dijon      We be, ease to calm, to the streets we belong      Don't be alarmed, 'cause indeed the heat is on      So hot, to touch me, you need tweezers and tongs         If I breathe on the mic, it's left weakened and torn   Til he gone, you'll be leanin' like your sneakers are worn, off the worst            [Chorus]            [Inspectah Deck]      I got the works, like a Burger deluxe, you heard it was us      Got You All in Check like Dirty and Bust'      Play dirty and rough, remain thirsty for bucks      Seein' dollar signs like today's the first of the month      Dunn, it hurts when I touch, flames burst off the verses I bust      Some wanna scuff, but ain't worthy enough         What? I burn you up rookie, just hang your jersey up   I'm on the east side, workin' at a Mercury truck      Seen me servin' up the uncut, that certainly crush      Murderous, first to bust, expert in the clutch      That's my word up, loose links, lurk in the cut      On the re-up, be sure to catch a third degree rush      Here's your beat up, I keep the cut, verbally plush      Keep a burnin' Dutch, heat tucked and burgundy chucks         Won't you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust      It's the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it's the worst         [Chorus]            [sample to end]