Yo ATA grab the trashcan kick up a beat

Yo better yet KG pop the trunk of the jeep

I'm wit it, you wit it? I'm wit it

You wit it? I'm wit it

Yo, let the drummer get wicked, kick it!

Yes- it's Tommy Never as a tom's tom

Tommy gun, tom cat... with the lyrical combat

Makin a statement, gettin a payment

Everyday since age of... 1, 2

Well we're the 3 on the mic the 3 that you like

The 1, 2, 3 MCs that don't bite

But get bitten as it's written down

And when we're gettin down MCs should be sittin down

Cause he tremble when I pick up a shovel

Dig up a bass and treble tone

Make up a rebel moan, master of a ceremony

Not a fake, or phoney, they only know me as the epitome

It'll be hard to get rid of me

As they pour like water from a spout

I like a bottle of Guinness stout goin straight to my mouth

Standin on a corner, goin buckwild

Standin on a corner, kickin freestyle

Standin on a corner... me and the crew just rhymin

Standin on a corner, uh with the old gold shinin

Yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all

A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all

A yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all

A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all

Well I'm the F the I the R the S the T the B the O the R the N

The first of all, the worst of all

And worst of all we sound this dope without rehearsin y'all

Cause I detect, deflect, protect with my intellect

When I swarm above the norm

Cause a storm, word is bond, I'm Firstborn

Tommy Never get on the mic and give what you're quotin

Each verse like biblical scripture

Girls fainted cause our rhymes were painted like a picture

Girls address, carress and molest me

I don't mind cause I find that a blessing

Everybody say ho, HO, we got a ho in the house

Yo KAM send her to my house

Since there's no tonic for the chronic flu

Kamron get on the mic while I get some chicken

Soup- never, just a fist of clever

It's the K to the A with Firstborn and Tommy Never

I switch my mic to automatic, MATIC

Take a lyric and a brother we're static, STATIC

Takin it down into to the break of dawn, and breakin on

Those who are fakin on and they makin strong

Song that cling strong like King Kong

NY Teenagers sing song, we're guzzin a...

Standin on a corner, goin buckwild

Standin on a corner, kickin freestyle

Standin on a corner... me and the crew just rhymin

Standin on the corner, uh with the old gold shinin

Yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all

A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all

Yes yes y'all, a yes yes y'all

A yes yes, a yes, a yes, a yes yes y'all

We want you all to know, the Teenagers run the show

So get get on the floor, and check out the rhymes galore

6-4-2 and, the funky rhyme is booin

So pass the forty around the crew and start movin groovin

The rhythm, the poet, the style- I flow it

The cut you dread, the rhyme I said, let my locks to grow it

The live I dough it, the mic- better believe I throw it

My knot- I fold it, your girl- I ho it, you can't control it

And passin it to Mars so act like you know it

Raisin the bar, no shorts, with an attitude

Groove to a move that's blue to a new

Cause society's pit falls sick and to seven more

Guns and napalm, above the law, gone

Path of a devil well I roll a row mack

Refuse to lose so I choose to keep

The Young Black Teenagers we bring the new age

New style, the rule, the facts, and I'm rehearsin

The K-A-M-R-O-N

Mackin attack, incite respect and never wack, and Firstborn

Come on torn they warn, Tommy Never's endeaver

Will he sever your throat, you try to come with a cope

No, hmmmm, I didn't think so, so here we go, nope

Givin and doin and thinkin and provin the facts, that we're wild

So we get wild for a while, mafioso style