[Intro]
The time of the wack emcees is over
1995 is here and so is SOS
Finally Hip-Hop is startin to revert back to its original form
Now we can see who really got the skills
[Verse 1: Peter Chan]
The format is phat like a herd of oxen
Never stress boxin, the next inventor SOS will play the center
To blow it up from the intro at the borderline
I'm quick to rip the mic for the umptieth time
Loungin with my peeps on a Friday night
Soul captivated by the disco lights
Mr Black (Yeah) - where you at? (Right here)
Well clear your vocal throne (Uhu-uhu) and grab the microphone
[Verse 2: Tike-O]
Something wicked this comes when I hear a drum
Crowds be stunned cause I "Ehh" like a stun gun
The silky soul survivor, smarter than McGyver
The trick of when I cook up like a twisted ?
I slit ya, rip ya, cut ya, your asshole will rupture
I won't even have to cut ya, I verbally fuck ya
I get "Coof" like chilling thunder, let no man burn asunder
I'm not a bread maker but I make a nigga wonder
I spazz out with force when I ? new like G-Force
I'm grateful but painful "Ow" like charlie horse
I get deep like pocket link, even with all my money spent
Mad flavor like a peppermint, nappy but I represent
I'm freaky phunky fruity phat, meaner than a alley cat
More rugged than a lumberjack, kick it just like Hack n Stack
Blow just like a gust of wind, react a bit like Wonder Twins
Wiggle just like gelatin, bitter like a cup of gin
I smack ya like a hockey puck, hit ya like a uppercut
Despicable like Daffy Duck, make you do the hucklebuck
Demented down dude from my Nikes to my ringy
Don't even have to say no more, you people know I'm jiggy
The time of the wack emcees is over
1995 is here and so is SOS
Finally Hip-Hop is startin to revert back to its original form
Now we can see who really got the skills
[Verse 1: Peter Chan]
The format is phat like a herd of oxen
Never stress boxin, the next inventor SOS will play the center
To blow it up from the intro at the borderline
I'm quick to rip the mic for the umptieth time
Loungin with my peeps on a Friday night
Soul captivated by the disco lights
Mr Black (Yeah) - where you at? (Right here)
Well clear your vocal throne (Uhu-uhu) and grab the microphone
[Verse 2: Tike-O]
Something wicked this comes when I hear a drum
Crowds be stunned cause I "Ehh" like a stun gun
The silky soul survivor, smarter than McGyver
The trick of when I cook up like a twisted ?
I slit ya, rip ya, cut ya, your asshole will rupture
I won't even have to cut ya, I verbally fuck ya
I get "Coof" like chilling thunder, let no man burn asunder
I'm not a bread maker but I make a nigga wonder
I spazz out with force when I ? new like G-Force
I'm grateful but painful "Ow" like charlie horse
I get deep like pocket link, even with all my money spent
Mad flavor like a peppermint, nappy but I represent
I'm freaky phunky fruity phat, meaner than a alley cat
More rugged than a lumberjack, kick it just like Hack n Stack
Blow just like a gust of wind, react a bit like Wonder Twins
Wiggle just like gelatin, bitter like a cup of gin
I smack ya like a hockey puck, hit ya like a uppercut
Despicable like Daffy Duck, make you do the hucklebuck
Demented down dude from my Nikes to my ringy
Don't even have to say no more, you people know I'm jiggy
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