Two years ago, a friend of mine asked me to say some MC rhymes, so I said this rhyme I'm about to say. The rhyme was deaf, but then it went this way. Took a test to become an MC, and Orangecript became amazed at me, so Larry put me inside the staff to lack. The show just drove off and we never came back. Dave cut the record down to the bone, and now they got me rockin' on the microphone, and then we talkin' autographs and tears and laughs, champagne, caviar, and bubble baths. This here, that's the life that I lead, and you suck at MCs, it's too obvious. So take that and move back, catch a heart attack, because there's nothin' in the world that run the level like a cold chill. At a party in the B-Boy stands, and right in the middle of the crowd, I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you. I see you.