[Intro: DJ Debris]
Woo!
"Classic example"
"Classic example"

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Now, we bring the new danger to stranger’s who claim to "defame the crew"
Pharoahe, Hilltop Hoods, never singing the blues
Slinging these new singles for you to mingle to
Australian hip-hop but not kangaroos
Change the game a little, rearrange the rules
Your whole frame is brittle, man, you came to lose
We drop classics, you bastards
My final four defeats sweet sixteens like March Madness
It's not passive, so ravenous
This collaborative effort is not average
It's magnanimous, thus
My little crew got loose screws, these dudes will put two in your cabbage
One in your laminate, uh, three in your manager's Phantom
Don't be a candidate for Animal Planet, uh
Lyrical savages and CD anger management classes
Look how we handle 'em, we leave 'em in bandages, damn it

[Hook: Scratches by DJ Debris] + {Pharoahe Monch}
(Classic example!) "I do my thing for real"
(Pharoahe!) "While I cooked up classics"
"The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine"
"While I cooked up classics"
[Verse 2: Suffa]
No stoppin' us now
Hilltop in this, we lockin' it down
Apocalypse now, we’re not with this monotonous sound
It’s innocuous hip-hop and we're on top of a cloud
Rockin' a crowd, droppin' this like "Who's not with us now, huh?"
They're all feelin’ our movement, it's
Got DJs scratchin’ up my shit like removalists
Who is this ludicrous, furious, humorous
Dude that just threw us off the back of a tour bus?
Two of us bringin' the shit that got your hands clappin'
Luminous, swingin' my dick like Doctor Manhattan
I had to stop for breath
'Cause our shit's like Joan of Arc, man, it's hot to death
We blowin' up the spot, not once but twice like P-Monch
Blowin' up some Reebok pumps with a beatbox
Come to life, or try get this drunk outta here
Pfft, my shit's a classic, man, get the fuck outta here

[Hook: Scratches by DJ Debris] + {Suffa}
"I do my thing for real"
(Mr. Suffa!) "While I cooked up classics"
"The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine"
"While I cooked up classics"

[Verse 3: Pressure]
This ain't a so-so, promo, believe me it's pro
Dope flow that don't know the meanin' of no
Me and my co, Pharoahe, won't be leavin' the show
Till the speakers blow from the heat of my flow
We write classics for back alley theatrics
Playin' with fire livin' in a house built with match sticks
Haters wanna roll with me now, showin' love?
Guess I'm just too busy holdin' it down to hold a grudge
Your average amateurs panic and choke
They ain't actually dope, they're high on cannabis smoke
I'm still the man if I don't blow a grand on a rope
'Cause fortune favours the brave, that's why these rappers are broke, huh
Props to Nu-Mark for jackin' the sample
Debris could lay a scratch with his arms full
Keeping heads packed like a carpool, back for the masses to marvel
Here's another classic example
[Hook: Scratches by DJ Debris] + {Pressure}
"I do my thing for real"
(Pressure MC!) "While I cooked up classics"
"The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine"
"While I cooked up classics"