CHORUS x2
Greetings from the underground,
Meet ya maker, get it live,
See me in another town,
Teachin' takers, get in line,
Hear me when the thunder sounds,
Reachin' from the ceiling sky,
Here we die, clearly why
We're only the realest fly

(Kontrast)
Y'all get flicked by the quick phlegm,
I'm slick with my Bic pen,
You slip into shit that you can't split like sick twins,
A serious blunder,
See what we under
Crunchin' thunder munchers with milk into "serial" numbers,
Uh....numb discussion,
Verbal bread crumb crushin',
On the scene like Billie Jean purple suede plum plushin',
Pushin' buttons on the track'll leave ya thumbs busted
Comin' back like my dick crack sucked my nut in
You been wack, fuck disgustin'
You must've just been my plate for luncheon,
Ya fate is hunched in, the ridicule
Right below the syllable
Eye's (I's) splittin' pie's (pi's)
When you know it's not divisible,
Ill reject, in my silhouette,
Where ya mirror's met,
Near regret, but that won't ever stray you where the fear reflects,
A clear reflex, you stay swayed with cheering jests,
I'm searing vets who "nay-say" like steers in vets

(Fo Chief)
Steeze coastin' a breeze hotter than hell'll get,
My jacket rackin' up miles, color of pelicans,
I dare to win, callin' it cultural influx,
Prepare to vent, been writin' to get my pen buff,
I've been delighted to go, toe to toe with the beast,
It's the excitement I glow, totin' this poetry,
You know it's me, I mean normally I don't do this but,
Introducing myself informally, but rude is what,
Just what I do, I do it well so go and Google wax,
I make maneuvers cold as Rugers, who be doin' that?
Me sir,
Mean mug, when the beat jump
Think of,
Chief, blowing holes through a tree trunk,
Gotta have it, the boom bap, acrobatic,
Trying to make this stack of cabbage attract like a magnet,
It seems like everything I touch I leave it burnin' hot,
Fuck what ya heard, I be murdering like dirty cops.

CHORUS x2
Greetings from the underground,
Meet ya maker, get it live,
See me in another town,
Teachin' takers, get in line,
Hear me when the thunder sounds,
Reachin' from the ceiling sky,
Here we die, clearly why
We're only the realest fly

(MC Big House)
The Raw dog bites like Cujo,
Culo rapper's get clapped up in they intestines
So these plates that I'm setting, yes it's menudo,
El Sucio,
BigHouse and the Dynamic Duo,
You knew though, this soups so hot, I got that new whoa,
That Tomb flow, is back atchya,
That's past your craft, yo ass don't match up,
To the staff or smash I manufacture, I'm the last dragon nigga,
"Who's the Master," the last of a dying breed,
I iron squeeze these cannonballs,
They jabbin' jaws, wit so much biting, they needin' Anbesol,
I'm the man to call when these rapper's is out of hand,
I will blam or brawl,
Cause I'm all about the clan
Stand in between me and the top,
I rock knots and lock spots, Papa D's on the watch,
So stop acting like you're,
Bigger and badder, ya shit'll get shattered
You're brittle and battered, I made a committal to matter... (Hello)

CHORUS x2
Greetings from the underground,
Meet ya maker, get it live,
See me in another town,
Teachin' takers, get in line,
Hear me when the thunder sounds,
Reachin' from the ceiling sky,
Here we die, clearly why
We're only the realest fly

.....we're only the realest fly.