[Dilla adlibs from the 'Another Batch' beat tape version – looped throughout]
"Uh... bounce...
Yeah... uh...
Check it out, y'all..."
[Intro shouts: Madlib]
(Hahaha, heh heh yeah... that's what I'm ta--...)
Lord Quas is in the house
Declaime is in the house
Peanut Butter is up in here
DJ Romes is all in this
Wildchild is up in here
Kazi is up in here
Oh No and Medaphoar, they up in here
God'z Gift, he's up in here
Kankick, all up in this
Kali Wild, Epitome...
[Verse 1: Madlib]
Poisonous everywhere
People wastin' they whole life, it's like they just don't care
Riffin' 'bout the weed smell, pussys call my music noise
I got no ends to rebutt', I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Crackheads in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn't hit the road
'Cause a sucker at the stoplight carjacked me for me low'
[Chorus: Madlib]
Don't push me just 'cause we close to the end
I'm trying not to lose the skin I'm in
Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh-huh-huh
It's not worth it sometimes, it makes me wonder if we're all going under
It's not worth it sometimes, it makes me wonder if we're all going under
[Verse 2: Madlib]
Like my sister 'round here, stuck on te-lé-vee docs
That she watches too much, it's just not healthy
'Soul Train' in the daytime, '20/20' at night
Can't even see the Laker game or the Roy Jones fight
We got bill collectors that ring my phone
Scare my wife when I'm not home
Landlord always riffin'; b-boys, gangsters hating
Can't take the bus to the job ("Why's that?"), hijack at the station
Yo, it seems wrong, King Kong standing on my back
Can't stop and turn around ("Put ya hands up")
Big guns all up on my back
Like when we suffer mental pain, physical strain, burial layings, very few days for good things
Sometimes I think I'm going insane!
[Chorus: Madlib]
Don't push me just 'cause we close to the end
I'm trying not to lose the skin I'm in
Huh-huh huh-huh-huh
It's not worth it sometimes, it makes me wonder if we're all going under
It's not worth it sometimes, it makes me wonder if we're all going under
[Outro shouts: Madlib (J Dilla sample)]
To my nigga J. Rocc – he turns it out
Rhettmatic – turns it out
Mr. Choc – ("It's 2000...")
What that mean? ("It's time to do it, y'all, uh")
("Feel it...")