On... on... [repeats] (It's been a code blue! It's been a code blue~! Comin from The Commi$$ion department!) [Kool Keith:] You're not the proven worth it You're worthless, you hurt this You catch the tubercu's, your rap style straight circus Con from Tom, wishin you can survive on a cruton My enemies walk out and move on The bar you get your booze on Straight shot and wooze on Anybody on the mic then who's on Come up with him you lose on Walk your dog, let him get his poop on The first, you can't get your group on The beats sync up, I got my loop on Had the audacity, I'm jazzy, the duke's on Throw up and get my puke on Jimmy Goretex you put your boots on Let the taste bruise corn Rappers want that truth song Walk by the cabbie, I cruise on With black socks all the time, no shoes on Pay respects and get the dues on And if you gamble? You ain't a winner, you get your lose on On... on... [repeats to fade]