DJ's, cuttin up beats and stuff like that and 
That was my first exposure to the whole, artistry in hip-hop 
There is nothing in this music, that I don't wanna hear 
There is words, that are kind of syncopated and rhythmic 
And there's this hot drum track, it's great! 

"This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" 
And I could hear, this enormous 
"This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" 
This is music, I've been waiting all my life to hear 
(2x)

Aiyyo! I don't give a fuck, if you gettin some cash 
or gettin some ass, if I was there I'd pick up the tab 
Talk to a rag, tell you to wipe your stinkin ass 
Get back to the lab, make sure hip-hop last 
Through death or dishonor, I do this cause I wanna 
Your body armor don't protect you from your karma 
I'm ready for the encounter like a titty bar bouncer 
Or Muhammad at the Mini-Mart counter with four-pounders 
Quick Draw McGraw spitter, let me see your hands jitter 
I'll hit'cha where the good Lord split'cha 
You faggot-ass niggaz are see-through 
I treat you like we in the same cell, but I'm Bugsy Siegel 
Smack your teeth loose, the street juice 
Go to court in cheap suits, givin testimony over beat loops 
Take 'em to my hood, show the evil I'm from 
They can't blame me for the evil I done, now they see where I run 
And why I keep a tight leash on the gun 
Why my speech is so revered by the young, cause my spirit is young 
A nigga spittin LIKE THAT, got SERIOUS LUNGS 
Yo I'm serious SON, he a FURIOUS ONE! 

"This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" 
And I could hear, this enormous 
"This is, this is great! This is, this is great!" 
This is music, I've been waiting all my life to hear 

Yo, the name Benny Riley, the trip took twenty-eight days 
from New York to Cali, drivin through alleys 
My mom mad at me, my dad laughs at me 
My life's a track meet, I need this record deal 
Precious, she got the freshest breast-es, and the ass from heaven 
36-24-37 
She the second broad I ever humped, under a bridge 
But she the first broad I ever fucked with in the record biz 
Desi told her I was crazy and she called the feds 
The bitch didn't know any better, I let her live 
She don't know Desi is a greasy fuckin pig 
And he's settin me up for somethin he knows I never did 
When I see him I'ma put the Smith & Wesson to his head 
To change his outlook on life 
Maybe I'd show him what it's like to be DEAD 
Like the way I look at lyrics, I kill it 'til they DEAD 
It's that vivid