(Alright, is everybody ready?)

(Ah yeah!)

(Young man went out and made a name for himself)

(1-2-3-4 - hit it)



[ VERSE 1: WC ]

Dope, not complicated but educated

This here's contiminated

This ain't another record from a sucker duck crew, but

My name is Dub and Aladdin's on the cut

With another dope jam and a brand new style

By the way, I'm from the crew called the mighty Low Profile

But definitely pertainin to wack rhyme reciters

You're just a new jack punk, professional, mind of biter

I'm on a journey knockin out punk sissies

Nah - hell, I'm about to get busy

Take this microphone, plug it up and then I say, "Check 1"

Who be the next dummy tryin to get some?

Son, this ain't a circus, my name ain't Bozo

I diss suckers and I hate Olde Gold

I'm like a victim, rollin on Daytons, watchin my back

And keep strapped, so I can aim at a pack

Yo, this one's a funny one, I take a look around

All these wanna-be Dubs in the L.A. town

Who try to roll like me, talk like me, even try to act like me

It doesn't do you no good to tryin to bite me

Friend, you mighta seen me at a show or two

Openin up, a new artist just payin my dues

But now I finally got a chance to break through

Yo, move back, punk, and make room for the (W)



[ VERSE 2: WC ]

I noticed lately at the hip-hop shows

A lotta rappers on stage got the crowd sayin "ho"

And the girlies say "aw" in between in rhymes

Song after song, yo, line after line

"Say ho" played out with bell-bottoms and afros

What's the matter, you're scared to come original?

Nowadays the whole rap scene is outrageous

Amateurs, wanna-be's steppin on stages

Suckers know I'm comin and I'm steadily creepin