There went young Bago acten all hard and in charge
Writing his little rhymes, trying to sound so large
He's kicken his seventh grade attack, that's all wack
Ok Kris-Kross, just take a couple a steps back
I can see how my rhymes confuse you, make you "boo"
They're intelligent rhymes, wit is how I do
You've never heard of me or my flow, your so slow
I could fill the Grand Canyon with things you don't know
Now here's some rhymes that are jazzy, by Schnazzy
I'm flippen my style to show razz-a-ma-tazz, see
What's a battle with out comparison, just for fun
I'm the Muhammad Ali to your Sonny Liston
I'll rock the mic on Delancey Street, with the heat
Then I'll grab the Bop Gun and go Jackin' For Beats
And now it's time for you to go down ya weak clown
You're even worse then that kid from Bean Town