Yea what up, 1 time, 1 time, PMD, Mic Doc  9-7, 2 thous and beyond, check it, check it    Step aside, peep the wide body, kicking shit like karate  Or catch me on a Harley, but puff like the Marley's  Do narly, tims and rims wit the fat knobbies  The rap teflon don here to crash a party  You know the status, who the baddest wit this apparatus  Who's the fattest, who gives a phuck cuz it don't matter  Always rock shit, high in the cockpit  Infrared lock and hit, terminate the target  Cuz when I put it down, clown, I don't phuck around  How you sound, act like you know or catch a beatdown    (Chorus)  It's the Microphone Doctor, back making housecalls  Many often wonder is MD paid(4x)    Got more stripes than Colin Powell, ?stoned and towel?, I keep my shit rugged  Thuggish rugged, you'se laced wit ice nuggets  Who you shittin me. lyrics spittin and Squad still hittin  Track flippin, we're nippin, politicin  Niggaz trippin, slippin like a transmission  Or blown gasket, you bastard  You get your ass kicked, tuxedo wit the casket  Blowing steam, one half of the dream team  Cream fiends hit 16 on the rhyme scene  Keep it off the meter, rub it wit the dark Caesar  Blow like ether, Grim like the phucking Reaper  When I act out, MC's back out  Pull the mac out, go the distance in the rap out    Chorus    Swinging back, get you dome cracked in combat  Full contact on impact when P react  Keep it cool at all times, bust rhyme  Get mine, black Einstein wit basslines  From hoodies to skullies, skullies down to tims  I'm all in black Benz, trees and trojans  Niggaz frozen, like manic, it's phucking posing  On display, no place, he foreign attache  Case, Hit Squad lace the place  Set the pace like O.J. in the Bronco chase    Chorus