Well hello, hey, top of the morn', bonjour

Buenos Dias, I got the water

Heres a teabag

Format we need three cups

Plus sugar and milk, A few spoons

To stir it all up

But be careful, shit is hot, like lava

Hotter than a fat fuck, jogging in a sauna

Hotter than eating a jalapeno pepper

Straight out the jar, in a flaming car

Me and ab diggy be raising bars

Straight slaughtering snares, kicks, high hats and bass guitars

While your record is a waste of paper, ink, and breaks

Your getting no play like Clay Aiken's balls

No play, similar to self hating hermaphrodites

D-sisive abdominal busts raps so tight

Borat says: its like anus of young bull

Girls screaming like we're vibrating tongue tools

Chorus:

We're separated at birth

That's demonstrated in the verse

It's orchestrated and rehearsed

Abs and d on stage we go to work

The spectators go berserk

When we be saying these words

The records playing in the blurb

Format with beats that make ya neck turn

Turn the mics up, turn the lights down

Turning wax on the table supplies the sound

B-boys turning on the ground

Probably keep turning till the earth stops turning around

Now I'm guessing

Its refreshing

To be checking

Emcees of this caliber

Gripping the mic tight like Arthur did Excalibur

Sir format of the round tables

With abs and d its like the stuff found in fables

Fuck entertainment

D and A-B go invade the stage

And rain more than ??Reiner??

Fuck rain we're more than rain

We're hail so hail hip hop's hottest pair

Of Canadian rhyme Sages

And the UK's hottest beat maker slash

The hottest fingertips to ever grace a record player

Basically the hottest trio

Bringing beats and flows

Hotter than a cool walk or steaming toes

Chorus

All format wanted was a little ditty

He could spin at shindigs

So he said "D-siggy

You got anything to give me"

So I scribbled on a piece of tissue

With a pencil and scripted

The illest lyric

Ever written

In the history of fingers

Over this beat with the flute loop

Get loose

Shoot the gift of gab

Abs

Smooth like a baby in a zoot suit

More flavour than a bowl of froot loops

Your style's what comes out my poop shoot

Played like wearing true boots

And it's a stupid move

To try to foolishly prove

Anything to these two super dudes

You're due to conclude

Its no use

Like trying to shoot hoops

Versus midgets

Zooted off of glue fumes

Your style's like white people

Wearing mumus

By fubu

With pendants praising Zulu

Confused to

Say the least even your crew knew

That you'd lose before this tune

Was through dude

Chorus