(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
[Wyclef Jean]
I got the skully to my face
I got the skully to my face, right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
Heh, heh!
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'mma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You're right about being a veteran, but not a legend
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray
[Ihdina-Sirat al-Mustaqim, Bismillah Rahman Rahim]
You don't got knowledge yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who souped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
LL stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard for this life, serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak nigga!
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
[Wyclef Jean]
I got the skully to my face
I got the skully to my face, right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
Heh, heh!
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you need help, try, try again
Try again
[Wyclef Jean]
Yo, "Return of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'mma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets, the lesson
You're right about being a veteran, but not a legend
Back from the war with thirty-two medals of honor
You claimin' underground but never been to Bobbito the Barber
Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray
[Ihdina-Sirat al-Mustaqim, Bismillah Rahman Rahim]
You don't got knowledge yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who souped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face" like 3rd Bass
LL stands for Lickin' Lyor, or Lickin' Lichty
Lickin' Lyles, Lickin' Labels, lickin' they balls
Under the conference room table
When you hear this record, you bound to go AWOL
I worked too hard for this life, serious
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
That's why your Def Jam interns call it "Battle of the Beats"
You're weak nigga!
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