I said, "Yo,   this is a mic test"   Are you ready for the two skinnee likeness?   You gotta look hard to find   cause we are not high profile   Can't catch us cause we go high speed mobile   So accept your fate,   you're on the skinnee time   we're copping cold jams   as the riffage for the rhyme   We are the rap band   who puts the band back in rap   So stand back   and accept the slap or our tunes   They line the table   cause to the ears they're food   Easy to swallow cause they come pre-chewed   My rhymes are unsightly,   I say them uptightly,   But don't take me lightly   cause we know you be sight we   Come to the stage,   rock the mic cause we like it   Got out of our cage   we got flaws we don't hide it   We're humble when we stumbe,   not a king of the jungle   Just tumble out the tunes   that you've never heard before   Hip hoppin,   hard rockin, foot stompin gore   You've heard us once, n   ow you gotta here some more   We've got some business   that we got to fix   So we brought our skinnee posse   and our big fat mix      We got gainful employment so we don't have to rob   And if you buy our tape then we can quit our job   I ain't punching a clock   and I ain't wearing a tie   Gonna do the skinnee business   till the day I die      Pay attention to my speakin   as I rock your intellect   come get your daily dose   like an oral contraceptive   Respect this,   cause I kill the ill at they conception   Let the skinnee vibe as we strive for perfection   Use my tongue to kick it like Kung Fu, shinobi   found the fiends were hounding me   like Ahab to Moby   I don't have no time to waste on bug competition   Put it all into rhyme, even the sink in the kitchen      I go on and on   until my mission is completed   foes are defeated,   mistakes are deleted   It's the tower of my life that I'm trying to erect   Over the blueprints of my sould I'm the skinnee architect   So listen   cause this one's for the people of the planet   We be brother and sister,   like Tito and Janet   I'm skinnee and I slam it   So please baby, please   With these I get my soul on   and then the skinnee's roll on   There's no business   like Skinnee business,   like no business I know   I got no business with that ho   business   cause that ho business   gotta go   I trade a ho for a Ho Ho,   Twinkie or a Ring Ding,   onion ring,   six pack   Big Mac   snack attack,   I like food and betties,   I'm hungry and I'm sweaty,   and I'm ready to get on   with my business   We've got some business   that we got to fix   So we brought our skinnee posse   and our   big   fat   mix      We got gainful employment so we don't have to rob   And if you buy our tape then we can quit our job   I ain't punching a clock   and I ain't wearing a tie   Gonna do the skinnee business till the day I die