Chorus: Busta Rhymes    Rewind...  Heal up, real up, bring it back, come rewind...    [Erick Sermon]  Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan  Godamn, yo, watch me slam  Taking the bassline, freaking my lines  Squeezing my Reebox's pumps and Kriss Kross then jump  Way behind the track so I sound smooth and rugged  Pumped it for the Hit Squad, yo, they cold dugged it  You know my style, man, yo, check the stats  Down wit the Mic Doc, my DJ is Scratch  Straight from Brooklyn, Albany projects  He gets respect when he's rocking wit the set  He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage  Yo, but don't be afraid  Can produce hard tracks like this  But don't shut him down, put him on the funk list  Live in color, a smooth brother  If I had to pick a DJ, I couldn't, word to mother  So George, hit me wit the funk scratch  Then after that black, come back and rewind that  George, hit me wit the funk scratch  Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that    Chorus    [Parrish Smith]  I'm def, it's my turn  Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track  I'm all that, down, rippin  All over the place, yea, check em  (Yo, yo, yo, yo, MD, yo, hold up money grip   yo get off that bullshucks   Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas,   yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk)  Record mode, set the EQ for Dolby  Step back, check yaself, punk, you don't know me  I flow, G, (say what) multi mil see  Brother on fade to black, YO!, and BET  For my grill in the Source wit the record force  A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss  The name is Mic Doc, don't forget it hop  The kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom box  From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route  So make way, time to roll out  Can you wind it and mine, primetime  He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind)  Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack  Damn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozack  Shockin P, clockin P, when I'm rockin see  You're not Parrish Smith, so why you mockin me  You're just a wannabe, you wanna be me  Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, G  No time to battle rap, F that  I'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black  I'm outta here, peace to the hardcore  Bring in the hook while Scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw    "My style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic"  "Don't forget I'm... crazy swift"  "How can a brother be so nice" -- 2X  "Master on the beatdown"  "Huh forget it I'm constipated"