I said, "Yo,

this is a mic test"

Are you ready for the two skinnee likeness?

You gotta look hard to find

cause we are not high profile

Can't catch us cause we go high speed mobile

So accept your fate,

you're on the skinnee time

we're copping cold jams

as the riffage for the rhyme

We are the rap band

who puts the band back in rap

So stand back

and accept the slap or our tunes

They line the table

cause to the ears they're food

Easy to swallow cause they come pre-chewed

My rhymes are unsightly,

I say them uptightly,

But don't take me lightly

cause we know you be sight we

Come to the stage,

rock the mic cause we like it

Got out of our cage

we got flaws we don't hide it

We're humble when we stumbe,

not a king of the jungle

Just tumble out the tunes

that you've never heard before

Hip hoppin,

hard rockin, foot stompin gore

You've heard us once, n

ow you gotta here some more

We've got some business

that we got to fix

So we brought our skinnee posse

and our big fat mix



We got gainful employment so we don't have to rob

And if you buy our tape then we can quit our job

I ain't punching a clock

and I ain't wearing a tie

Gonna do the skinnee business

till the day I die



Pay attention to my speakin

as I rock your intellect

come get your daily dose

like an oral contraceptive

Respect this,

cause I kill the ill at they conception

Let the skinnee vibe as we strive for perfection

Use my tongue to kick it like Kung Fu, shinobi

found the fiends were hounding me

like Ahab to Moby

I don't have no time to