Well hello, hey, top of the morn’, bonjour   bueno Dias, I got the water,   heres a teabag   format we need three cups   plus sugar milk, A few spoons   to stir it all up   but be careful, sh!t 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   the slice of abdominal busts raps so tight   borat says: its like innards of young bulls   girls screaming like there vibrating tongue tools      Chorus…   we’re separated at birth   that’s demonstrated in the verse   its 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 mic’s 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 calibre   gripping the mic tight like Arthur did Excalibur   serve 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 hops hottest pair   of Canadian rhyme Sages   and the UK’s hottest beat maker slash   the hottest fingertips to ever grace the 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 his shindig   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 fruit 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   Your due to conclude   its no use   like trying to shoot hoops   versus midgets   zooted off of glue fumes   your styles like white people   wearing moo moo’s   by fubu   ??wear?? pens is praising zoo loo   confused to   say the least even your crew new   that you’d loose before this tune   was through dude      chorus…