Verse: [Das EFX]
  Biggidee back from vacation
  Here to rock the whole nation
  Diggie Das EPMD invation
  Down diffa don, down diffa do, wiggidee one two
  Til we do, wiggidee rock the Fubu
  The official, launch the missile
  Blow the whistle at the art-official
  Miggidee mix sure to South Central
  Forget you, like amnesia, biggidee 'bove the reefa
  Cheap, but Das came to please ya
  Take the Bever, now we back son, tougher action
  Zoom Das, zoom Das, satisfaction
  Biggidee back pop popular, hip hoppin' 'em
  The Hit Squad, Def Squad still rockin' 'em
  Verse: [Parrish Smith (EPMD)]
  It's everytime we rock a bomb, we get ya mind open
  The mic's blazin', smokin', he was chokin'
  We don't remove walls, boom Docks, plus the sua
  We bring it to ya, we nightmare like Freddy Krueger
  So call me drama, trauma, slash comma, no one to bomba
  E-tracks like ???, from Def Jam
  The East West check my streetbreath, no weak steps
  Or rest with the ???, check my repetoir
  Mangin' on the resevoir, I'm eatin' caviar
  Ey yo I'm really try to do this far
  EPMD and Das Efx cold blazin' it, no face in it
  Got the whole world chasin' it, the scream show up
  Never rock you like my boa, the ill flow up
  Came back cause we knowed ya, another go round
  Grab the mic, put the flow down, you court mo'
  G minus 7, we 'bout to bring now
  Chorus: [Das EFX]
  Represent my, generation!
  Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
  All we know is get the dough
  (2x)
  Verse: [Das EFX]
  Diggidee yes yes yo, to the beat yo
  No matter what the game, before you walk you got to crawl
  Long term plannin', I make ya bounce like a Mars, line affects candy
  And let the music play like zany
  And feeds your eyes and what you never tought you see again
  Diggidee Das and nigga the EPMD again
  Ask the mildest skill, we built to puff trees and with ya now Hit
  Squad, Kansas
  The Diggidee suck D's, all my niggaz sqeeze, jiggaz get hot, we freeze
  Niggaz in the street keep figgaz, can't fuck with these niggaz
  Show stop us, we off the baileys and the ruckus
  Dread not a rasta, I'll be back Asta
  Verse: [Erick Sermon (EPMD/Def Squad)]
  What the deal is son, ain't this some shit?
  Caps frontin' for I even come out this bitch
  You forget who we are? Recognize, we spark the Benz
  Then split the game to the kids
  Now you wanna act like my crew, never happen
  I've payed the way for rappin', last era
  You can say what you want, I sit back and front
  The money, the jewels, the hoe, clothes, YOU KNOW
  Friends and fools can tell ya so about the lyrical, spiritual
  More it's the miracle, fly individual, EPMD and Das Efx might checkin'
  it
  Side checkin' it!
  Chorus (2x)