| Inch by inch, steady as a rock |
| Verbal acrobatics come ashore to your dock |
| Prepare to wire our mics on the stage |
| Point me the place where those faces fuck around |
| 'Cause I got the ace, mic in the flames |
| But you don’t care, you wage slaves |
| I respect you whatever your opinion is |
| I don’t wanna hear it right now |
| I make music |
| Inch by inch, steady as a rock |
| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, but |
| I’m looking for more and move a little faster |
| Confrontation of the styles to ya |
| I see you’re not ready |
| Remember, word as a word you barbarian, god damn |
| I see you’re not ready, but I am |
| From the backstage to the stage, yo |
| To amaze you, ready to rock this place now |
| Standing in the place to be, yo |
| How could it be, yo? The micless MC, yo |
| I see you’re not ready — What ya all gonna do right now? |
| I see you’re not ready — What it’s gonna be, the micless MC? |
| I can see the fear in your eyes |
| This is so exciting that I can not verbalize |
| No mic, no rap, you can try pantomime |
| You better make up something before they recognize |
| Attention! |
| The mic is on so you can hear my articulation |
| I got the right to remain silence, but I won’t |
| And it’s not a sin, I am fighting 'cuz I know that I can win |
| What’s wrong with this microphoneaye? |
| Can you hear me, what I say? |
| I say one, two. I say yo, yo |
| — it's yours |