It's time to start shit, roll out the carpet and turn up the stereo, Ladies and gents I'm proud to present the finest in sound and flow, The capital D hyphen S I S I V E F O R M A T On the Beat... Servin' up hot shit for y'all to rock with and it don't stop till we fall apart, I try to stay away from a dope beat, 'coz every dope beat I've known I've been forced to headbutt it 'till it's nose bleeds, Like Steven Seagal in a pool hall with a pool ball in a sock fighting dope fiends, Breaking arms with my own two palms, And spit cold flows till my head to my toes freeze, Shit rappers stick needles into both knees, and try to rob my mojo to clone me, I own a flow so mean, I could send the hardest rapper running home, in soiled briefs, So don't provoke me to kick ass or you'll watch the rest of the show crying, clutching torn cheeks, Here's a warning, I spit harder than waking up after a porn dream, at fourteen, I'm so fresh and so clean, y'all could serve a four course meal to royalty on my corned feet It's another one of those songs, I haven't heard one in so long, so Somebody please tell the disc jock to Turn the volume up just a little bit, Where the MC thinks he's so hot, And makes us say 'HO'