[Verse]

We are the generals on the microphone selecting the rhythm

Yes, we′re the generals on the microphone selecting the rhythm

Well, it's L-O, Fugees, H.I.P., can′t forget the P.O.C

When my lyrics are set, I hope you'll get the crowd in somebody

Now lick a shot, why, 'Pac? ′Cause these lyrics are ferocious

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Well, let MCs grip the mic, their lyrics sound atrocious

You can quote my ′Pac, hey, Chip

Because we all sat down and wrote this

So here we go, here we go, here we go

Yo, do-re, mi-fa, so-la-ti, we make the dough

Yo, here we go, here we go, here we go

If any MC ever steps, our lyrical styles we have to show

'Cause when the mic is gripped by Chip

Our lyrical technique, yes, is used

If an MC steps, continuous MCs surely get abused

Got many, many styles, many, many styles, which one I chose to choose

The multi-talented, rhymin′, productionist

One (You can't fit in his shoes)

Well, I′m the capital P-O, yes, and you can't forget the C

Now, trickster, tellin′, trickster, tellin', trickster, tellin', T

Now, what? (What?) Fu-Schnickens crew, come follow me

We sit down when I′m on the rhythm, I′ma sit down steady

Yo, 'Pac (Yo), since you grip the mic so tight (Uh-huh)

Why don′t you drop a funky lyrical style tonight?

Ayo, now we grippin' mics, we catch MCs glimpsin

Forget the gas face, they get the Bart Simpson

They all amazed and left in a daze

′Cause every style that we kick makes the crowd get loud

Watch (Wave) as the dope beat's kickin′

So jump a (Pump, pump) with the crew Fu-Schnicken

See, I am the 'Pac, down with Chips, and the 'Hoc, and the ′Cung

For unity we preach with an oriental tongue

And doin′ you cats, I's rap, wise I work will

Get three snaps in a circle

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[Verse 2]

Well, I′m the Moc, fool (Stylin'), yes, I′m (Profilin')

The looney (The looney) looney to the so we (Buck whylin′)

I latch to the (Latch) and I move to the (Move)

The slogan from the sneakers and it's called (Latch move)

I grip (And I rock) and I flow to the (Skiz)

I'm the only Mickle and it′s time to get (Biz)

So E, yo, G, I′m the original M.O.C

And I manifest story into culture to a T

See, rap music is in the heart and soul, yes, in and our system

See, rap music is in the heart and soul, yes, in and our system

Listen to the wise and the Fugees, how posse is in and our bedroom

'Cause we specialize in rap, rockers, chattin′, sometimes singin'

Just as the lyrics of the chips

The Moc and ′Pac and Sema all speakin'

(Yo, Chip, are you startin′ to brag?) No, Moc, I'm not even boastin'

(So, Chip, what are you tryna say?) Don′t interrupt me, I′m not jokin'

This lyrical style′s bigger than Bob

(Yeah, Chip, I know what you're sayin′)

Yeah, mon, and when we come out the dodge

There really won't be no delayin′

(I know why, Moc) Just tell me why

Chip, because it's serious thinkin'

(Before you step) Before you test, I think you better sing a hymn

′Cause we′re the generals on the microphone selecting the rhythm

I think testin' the Fu-Schnick clan, that really is a sin

′Cause we're not (Jealous) or envious, our styles we′re selecting

Just give us the mic and a dime, so try to hear some serious rappin'

That′s why they call me the 'Pac because I really love preachin'

That′s why they call me the Moc, oriental styles, I′m a listen

Yes, son, that's why they call me the

Chip ′cause lyrical styles I love rippin'