"Yo, I'm a, I'm a crazy fresh, crazy fresh,   crazy silly fresh DJ. Bam! Cradle rock style!"      Now sit right back as I bust a rhyme   I've got the freshest beats and I'm always on time   I'm the baddest of the best, yeah,   I'm the king, word      Master of beats, and the cross-fader   I'll cut off your hand just like Darth Vader   Step to me,   and you're gonna get dissed,homeboy      Come into my crib,   Maybe we could chill   I might cap somebody,   Or kick 'em in the grill      Chorus:   I'm the DJ, he's the rapper   And the homeboys try to stand   I'm the DJ, he's the rapper   In the Valley of the Shadow of Def      Yo, homeboys come   And homeboys go   But I still kick the Latin lingo,   Mi español es no muy bueno      I'm stone cold standin'   And rhymin' on the wax   I give the old ladies heart attacks   'Cause I'm fresh and dope and I'm dissin' whack MCs      I got all my teeth capped   Chains to show my wealth   And I check myself   Before I wreck myself      Chorus      Well my name is Frankie T., and I'm here to talk   About the meaning of 5 minute walk   Some say it's whack, some say it's ill   Myself, homeboy, thinks it's pretty chill      Turn off the TV, put down the phone   Go talk to J.C. and be alone   Talk to him five minutes a day   He won't wig out or give you play      He will not diss you in the end,   In fact, J.C.'s my freshest friend      Chorus