[KRS-One]. You are now tuned in to the ultimate sounds.. of Dr. Dre. You know what time it is!. Xzibit steps up to the mic. layin down the hard-core real raw underground. My name is KRS-One and it's REAL!!. [Xzibit]. Well it's me down with D-R-E. X to the Z rocks any party. Rocks the beats and the breaks. Rocks the cocks off the whores in the place. Cause suckers shake while I'm creatin. They get together and they start to hatin. How can we take him out one time. cause he brought back the West with the freshest rhymes. I might go first and he'll go second. I'll wreck 'em deck 'em set it just checkin your mic. Droppin hot shit I like. So throw up your hands bitch run your ice. Cause I'll go third and he'll go fourth. By the fifth eat shit you'll step off. Six is your beatdown your title is seven. Takin out your four man crew makes eleven. By the twelveth I go for self. Rockin L.A. like no one else... You can check any rapper from the underground scene. but few have dropped hot shit and seen green. Some have dope twelve inches count 'em. But not many niggaz have slammin albums. X to the Z rocks consistantly. I'm "Criminal Minded" so don't fuck with me. Why? Well that's my secret baby. I don't take shit so fuck you pay me. So you can call me a public servant. Not a king but a teacher I believe I've earned it. So I just walk or ride my bike. and bust on the +Up In Smoke+ stage tonight. Give me a chance and I'll rock the house. But let a motherfucker try to take me out. Cause male or female I will strangle. If it's a label they have to untangle. Adidas chains jerseys braids. Bandanas hangin off the end of my gauge. Step right up if that's what you like. but watch your bitch I catch hoes like a dyke. In the night at a height right for flight. Way out of sight you bite I recite. My chain shine bright plus my kicks stay white. as your faggot CEO say "Well alright!". .. I am your mentor. History is mine it's time you surrender motherfuckers. and just back up quickly. Your style is sickly but you persist to get me. or outwit me with the style that I created. years ago when I was sellin powder to the hoes. Oh all of a sudden you don't know. or can't remember can't recall can't bring to mind. that rhyme that place do not chase. I run a marathon a race of rhymes in your FACE. In case you hate I won't write no tough rap. Fuck with me get your whole FAMILY kidnapped. [KRS-One]. Yo Xzibit! Show these motherfuckers man!. I don't think they understand this shit!. Break this shit over they backs!. [Xzibit]. I don't dress up to rap or keep a hairdo. I only grab a nine to bust holes in your crew. I deny your existence as artists. You puttin out a record expectin to chart but it's weak. but when you speak through the microphone. you fail to realize nope you're not alone on the earth. The light comes forth cause Mr. X. Intelligence smoke and guns manifest in the flesh. I snatch the mic and get hype. Behave before you make the news front page. Headed for the grave and the wake. So save your microscopic miniature small talk and WALK. And put a little pep in your step. X to the Z will destroy any motherfuckin rep-utation. in the nation in creation. All you assholes in ANY occupation. Like rappers with nothin to say. I CRUSH 'EM like chronic and then smoke 'em with Dre. Cause no matter how fatter the wallet I'd rather. gather together and splatter. whatever egotistic bullshit the game is over. when you push the record but don't push the culture. [KRS-One]. Breakin emceein graffiti art deejayin beatboxin. Yo Xzibit keep rockin!. [Xzibit]. Just throw your hands in the sky. Still believe real niggaz never die. And if you in this life just gettin by. Somebody say "I'm high!". (I'm high!) "I'm high!". (I'm high!) Yeah and you don't stop. Yeah... [KRS-One]. Woop woop woop woop woop!. You know what time it is. Pull over all wack emcees AHH-AHHH!. Yo.. YO! You are tuned in.. to the ultimate... underground.. rawness! Straight off the street. Xzibit turn it up...