Ya Heard Me? Phife Dawg

[Intro: Phife Dawg]
(Bassline!)
Yo... I'ma simply put it like this (Like what?)
FUCK YOU!
And yo... that's for the simple-minded emcees (minded)
Can't do nothing with a mic in their hand (nothing with a mic)
Check it out (check it)
Jiggy-Johnny coming!

[Verse One: Phife Dawg]
Lately, emcees what they know about flows
Being that their main concern is to chase broke hoes
Let me guess: you's a player kickin' capital G?
Big G from KC, Moby Dick in the sea?
Nah, G, you's a flea; who, me? Phife Dawg
Bang a sucka with my paws, have his baby moms in awe
You don't call yourself an MC claiming that you game tight
Yappin' 'bout you keep it real before you get your mind right
You's a Stride-Rite rapper, I be's the Nikе Swoosh
Read' to blow like Garth Brooks while you еat stink cooch'
We forever keep shit hot, that's my word, think not?
Test my clique and "oh shit!" Up steps me to blow the spot
So while you screw up your face with your hand on your cock
I'll have you walking down the block with your shirt in a knot
Putting tissues in your blouse with a skirt in your ass
Now you're looking my proper prostituting for cash
Riddim Kids, we like "WHAT?!" 4000 emcees
Niggas poppin' all that shit but on the real, don't sleep
I got the ill tracks to move you, basslines to groove you
Lyrically, I'll lose you; biters, we shall bill you
WHAT?!