[Intro: Erick Sermon]
"I want to know of you, I want to know of you"
"I want to know of you, I want to know of you"
Xross-Breed's in the house representin' Queens. I'm gonna send this out to, um
Those fake so-called keepin' it real, ha ha, lemme stop real quick
Check it out

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
I gets the urge to let loose on shit
Bringin' vibe like Phife Dawg and Q-Tip
Midnight black darkness
It's the area or place that's distinctive enough to trace
The bass, my tune throughout the room
And if you want it, it's here to consume
Now, let's warm things up for instance
A witness, as I break it down up in this sentence
He, who shall not follow the funk shall fall on they face
Not able to dip di in ya place
My style is vintage, doper than any wine on the market
Mics I spark it, flying tracks is my target (Def Squad)
I handles my situation
Without Lyrics from Jason's, I still gets ill (beeotch)
Even from the jealousy I recieve
You can't hold me back I won't retreat
I'm determined to be the nicest creation since devices or Italian ices
No matter what the problem is
I still "uh 1-2" in your face like I'm Biz
[Hook: Erick Sermon]
Boy meets world, boy meets world
Boy meets world, boy meets world
I wanna know if you can feel me though
Boy meets world, boy meets world
Boy meets world, boy meets world
I wanna know if you can feel me though

[Verse 2]
I believe in the power of the conscience mind
And if you think something then it becomes something like (ahem)
If I had to battle a whole crew
If I couldn't beat them, then my conscience would defeat them (yeah)
I wouldn't put my career in jeopardy
But I will let something off if these people keep stressing me
This is madness, I wish I was around
When that midnight train to Georgia picked up Gladys
Listen close, life is just what you make of it
If you wanna Be Happy like Mary J, then hey
Get rid of negativity in your circumference
Or outside your realm in mass abundance
Knowing that the industry is fulling up with drama
Got some hype (fakeness from people of all types)
Even the so-called keepin' it real type stars are frauds
They get the sword
[Outro: Rockwilder]
And the question is asked:
Who is the fake n***a?
Who is the fake brother that is always fuckin' up your shit?
You wanna know how a n***a's fake? Check it out
Sit back and you focus your shit from a general perspective
And if your shit ain't lookin' tight, there's a fake n***a in your circumference
And that's word is born from the Xross-Breed crew
For the 9-5 area, cause Def Squad forever
Reigning much terror