[Interlude: Kool Keith]

Bobbito's in the house!

I gotta say one thing, y'all been great playin' the real shit, you know

All this radio shit, this flower shit you be hearin', all this la-la-la and this

TLC condoms on your eyes and all that shit, I'm not with that

[Intro: Kool Keith]

Yeah, you listenin' to the sounds of the one, Rhythm X

The man, I'ma show you how to get wreck the right way

Not the wrong way

Watch me when I do this, pay attention

Check it out

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]

Shut up, step back, that picky-packy-wacky rap

Your old flow is over and your rhyme style is over with

In fact, dickhead, yo. take it as a bigger diss

I come walk in your show like David Berkowitz

Make you think you swimmin' like that homie Mark Spitz

How can you put up a fox against an alligator?

I chew your crew one by one like a Now and Later

I make a heavy man light, turn a Black kid white

Bust a rhyme in they rectum, squeeze it tight

I wreck shop like Rock the Ricky Wrecka

Crush-a, stomp another brother

I make MC's go "hey-ho, hey-ho"

Look at me now, wassup? Hey, Joe

You say you bad but good, but soft as oak wood

Perpetratin' wild when you're comin' from no hood

I wipe your style like doo-doo when I beat ya

Treat ya like an old Bible rhymin' schoolteacher

Like my son, did your mother tell you?

Pee-pee's on the rise, why the X gotta smell you?

You know me, I know you, you droppin' lyrics

On the record that's spinnin' that smell like doo-doo, yo, get back

I rock styles on top, another funky child

I kick a rhyme so swift and make your girl smile

You better go off and think, 'cause I'm your father

[Chorus: Kool Keith]

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

[Verse 2: Kool Keith]

Check it, one two, you don't wanna step to

Crazy psycho patient from the Bronx comin' at you

I get hyper and deep, funky, freaky flex

Bust my style, get wild, flow like Rhythm X

People know they wack, in fact, I'm comin' back, Black

Bustin' stupid styles on you clowns with the maps out

You say you good with the mic, man, I wonder why

You think I'm sleepin'? Pajamas on, beddy-bye

Rappers on my D-head, quick to stick in New York

Everywhere I go, ho, never ridin', I walk

You think you fly and don't try, yo, lick the penis, B

I ride around to Mars and go to Venus, see

Take you on a trip and make you bug out, freak out

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, whole week out

Check it, watch it, back up, slow down

The same way you blow up, I make a rapper go down

I make you quit rap and try to get with Bobby Brown

Slide and glide, boogie down like James Brown

Never will I say I, watch me when I do that

When I grab the mic and rock, watch them say "Who dat?"

I know my tongue is long, just like a lizard

Can you drop the mic, respect the funk wizard

I know you breakin' your neck to hear the X stuff

Back to burn, yo Sam, yo, ain't the X rough?

I look at millions of groups and tell 'em get back

[Chorus: Kool Keith]

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

[Verse 3: Kool Keith]

Third rhyme, see who rock and move and spread the rumors

You rappers been played like suede Pumas, yo, bust it

I kick a style so rugged that make En Vogue wet

Change they panties and bras, and make a dollar bet

Never will I stop it, got the target on your anus

Your preschool style, kindergarten not the same as

I rock, you can't, this ain't your place to be

I make you cry, kid, cover your face to me

I'm not the one, fairy tale like Patti LaBelle

My job is easy when I'm draggin' 'em down to Hell

You know my story when I'm throwin' you off the cliff

Them jelly rhymes on the table with Skippy and Jif

I see these suckers, better find another game plan

I never heard of you, stupid, what's your name, man?

Don't try to come back and cut your hair bald, B

Jump on my tip when you're takin' a fall, G

You see the style is mine, but can the X flow?

I'll make your fans get wild and boo your next show

Kick it when I feel it, the X style reveal it

Don't try that "bee-bee-bo" flow, rap on no track

I give you more than some comp, I give you no slack

People know I wreck, did that kid get the message?

I drop a rhyme, aim a missile in your rectum

[Chorus: Kool Keith]

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack

Yo, Black, go back, step back, you're wack