Written by Brian Smith, Dan Rose, Ryan Tilly and David Willard

what, i'm in the mood to give to ya, too much for you to handle
not much i had to give
spin around my little hottie gonna take a look again my superficial
little ways are gonna make me insane
i'm here to show you what it's like you think you had it once before
it's a pleasure to your delight, i'm here to name you discowhore
straight up, where we go back down, stop the flow
mc fire, i'm down, and it's time to go home
i don't really care what you say to me, don't dare diss creativity
it's easy to see what we're doin' wrong, but i'd like to hear you write a
hip hop song
nothin'll do but the best, so i delivery the best, no stress,
i'm writin' pages, smoking all the sess', don't press me for a photo op
i'm sick of all these solo pop divas on my radio, speakers, sellin' soda
pop and sneakers, cuz it's not hot hittin' hiphop project bitten
from mcs spittin' out the lyrics that i'm slippin to you now,
i came to get down, I came to get down,
so watch my crew tear this shit down
checkity, check, check
should I tighten up the wire
nothin'll do but the best for mc fire
i'm flippin' out the beats, cuz the beats are flippin'
i'm rockin' on guitar cuz the strings are grippin'
yo check one two so what you gonna do, CPR is on stage ready to
break through, Ooooh.
 Cash till takes the mic and I'm alright
I like my b-cup supermodels tight, aiight!
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strap on your air jordans and look to the sky,
here's another bomb track to make you wonder why, on earth do they rock so
damn hard, you see my picture on the CPR trading cards
i'm the part-time virtual MC of your dreams, and I rise to the
top using any means, you try to jump in my pants and
your bound to rip the seams, the hiphop don't stop
so where's the green?
Screwy Newey back again, the sneaky living lexicon
cooler than captain cooligan, the hooligan, southeast michigan, I'll
kill a man, just to watch him die, I twist the words around to get the truth out
of a lie, I'm the king misogynist, i make the ladies cry, toe to toe
eye to eye, you lose goodbye
CPR's the muse to rock the mofo, viva la revolution, so here we go
you can't tell us what to do, you can't tell us what to say,
so open your ears close your eyes and wait for the song to fade
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nothin'll do but the best, cuz we're rippin' like a bullet
through your bullet-proof vest