[Rhymefest (DJ Jazzy Jeff in background)]
{*scratching*}
Come on ("Yes, yes, y'all")
That's right ("Yes, yes, y'all")
We back ("Yes, yes, y'all")
Look
Now over here, we got Jeff ("Yes, yes, y'all")
And over there, you got Fess ("Yes, yes, y'all")
n***** know we be the best ("Yes, yes, y'all")
Yo, Jeff
Where the Fresh at? ("Yes, yes, y'all")
[Rhymefest]
(Verse 1)
Who is it?
That black n**** that they call Fess
With the city on the back and the world on my chest
You girls know my nest, this the best of the best
m************ can't breathe when I'm standin' on they neck
n***** can't get paid, I got my hands on they check
When down south is right, then I wanna go (Left)
I ain't talkin' bout them dope boys or n***** in trap
Outkast and T.I. cause 'em dudes can rap (Ay, ay, ay)
But the hood that had enough
See my n***** in cuffs
Take to XXL and step your rap game up
I realize that the words that I say
Can build cowards
And you down, b***in' around, so your momma raised a coward
This the last hour
After (???) shower
Radio to pass out, drunk off of they own power, like
h*****, Saddam, George Bush and Caesar
But if you don't care to f*** it, I don't either
Uh
Any track I moved on, get bruised on
f*** a pepperoni, what you want on your Tombstone
You powerless
Like a werewolf when the moon's on
It's like havin' a high power with no iTunes song
You empty
Please don't tempt me
I feel no symphy
I'm so hot, missiles can sense me
n***** diein' everyday, it don't make sense, G
Droppin' off of poverty
Jealousy, envy
Rhyme and Jeff
East coast, midwest
And look
It's Fess and Jeff
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
(Verse 2)
Now I suggest, you take a rest, 'fore I put one in your chest
It would move you and lose you
Don't need to think about
Taking me lightly
Your girlfriend licked and liked me
(???) callin' on wifey
A conscious rapper, I just might be
I don't smoke
Or drink or find hoes, this my Miami Vice, G
n***** in the Bay, calling me hyphy
Philly cats say I'm a (???), my (???) was sheisty
People eyes is shifty, they smile so nicely
n***** walk behind my back and shake my hand politely (Hey)
Man, you almost made me think that you liked me
I turned around
You did the wrong thing, I'm like, "God d***, Spike Lee!"
And even though my neck ain't icey
You dudes in my hair is Pisces
The jewels at my labels, they like me
Chicago know that I'm tight, G
West coast support Fess, down south hype me
n***** in New York
You can set yourself on fire
They be like, "Ah, son, he alright, B"
I think they mean they like me
Oh I Think They Like Me
Oh I, oh I, Oh I Think They Like Me
See
Jeff's the DJ
I'm the emcee
I grab the mic, he punch the MPC
It's like '88
I'll play Will
He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper, look
I got skills
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all"
[Rhymefest]
Nod Ya Head to the factor
2006, the year of the real rapper
Rhyme and Jeff
East coast, midwest
Come on
It's Fess and Jeff
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes"
(Verse 3)
All right, stop
Think for a moment, okay
That the s*** ain't fun, no radio play
You need to sell
A hundred thousand, make a million, hit the road and be straight
Or bet your money in some overlous state
And we can get this tape
Cut this green
Roll up in a cutlass clean
This must be green, I must be seen
Next time that I step on the set, just know
Who is it
It's Fess and Jeff
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes"
{*scratching*}
Come on ("Yes, yes, y'all")
That's right ("Yes, yes, y'all")
We back ("Yes, yes, y'all")
Look
Now over here, we got Jeff ("Yes, yes, y'all")
And over there, you got Fess ("Yes, yes, y'all")
n***** know we be the best ("Yes, yes, y'all")
Yo, Jeff
Where the Fresh at? ("Yes, yes, y'all")
[Rhymefest]
(Verse 1)
Who is it?
That black n**** that they call Fess
With the city on the back and the world on my chest
You girls know my nest, this the best of the best
m************ can't breathe when I'm standin' on they neck
n***** can't get paid, I got my hands on they check
When down south is right, then I wanna go (Left)
I ain't talkin' bout them dope boys or n***** in trap
Outkast and T.I. cause 'em dudes can rap (Ay, ay, ay)
But the hood that had enough
See my n***** in cuffs
Take to XXL and step your rap game up
I realize that the words that I say
Can build cowards
And you down, b***in' around, so your momma raised a coward
This the last hour
After (???) shower
Radio to pass out, drunk off of they own power, like
h*****, Saddam, George Bush and Caesar
But if you don't care to f*** it, I don't either
Uh
Any track I moved on, get bruised on
f*** a pepperoni, what you want on your Tombstone
You powerless
Like a werewolf when the moon's on
It's like havin' a high power with no iTunes song
You empty
Please don't tempt me
I feel no symphy
I'm so hot, missiles can sense me
n***** diein' everyday, it don't make sense, G
Droppin' off of poverty
Jealousy, envy
Rhyme and Jeff
East coast, midwest
And look
It's Fess and Jeff
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
(Verse 2)
Now I suggest, you take a rest, 'fore I put one in your chest
It would move you and lose you
Don't need to think about
Taking me lightly
Your girlfriend licked and liked me
(???) callin' on wifey
A conscious rapper, I just might be
I don't smoke
Or drink or find hoes, this my Miami Vice, G
n***** in the Bay, calling me hyphy
Philly cats say I'm a (???), my (???) was sheisty
People eyes is shifty, they smile so nicely
n***** walk behind my back and shake my hand politely (Hey)
Man, you almost made me think that you liked me
I turned around
You did the wrong thing, I'm like, "God d***, Spike Lee!"
And even though my neck ain't icey
You dudes in my hair is Pisces
The jewels at my labels, they like me
Chicago know that I'm tight, G
West coast support Fess, down south hype me
n***** in New York
You can set yourself on fire
They be like, "Ah, son, he alright, B"
I think they mean they like me
Oh I Think They Like Me
Oh I, oh I, Oh I Think They Like Me
See
Jeff's the DJ
I'm the emcee
I grab the mic, he punch the MPC
It's like '88
I'll play Will
He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper, look
I got skills
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all"
[Rhymefest]
Nod Ya Head to the factor
2006, the year of the real rapper
Rhyme and Jeff
East coast, midwest
Come on
It's Fess and Jeff
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes"
(Verse 3)
All right, stop
Think for a moment, okay
That the s*** ain't fun, no radio play
You need to sell
A hundred thousand, make a million, hit the road and be straight
Or bet your money in some overlous state
And we can get this tape
Cut this green
Roll up in a cutlass clean
This must be green, I must be seen
Next time that I step on the set, just know
Who is it
It's Fess and Jeff
[DJ Jazzy Jeff]
{*scratching*}
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes"