[Intro]
Commissioner! Terry Urban..

[Skit]
[Person 1:] "Hey! You hear this beat?"
[Person 2:] "Yeah, I hear it"
[Person 1:] "D'aw, you got a [?]"
[Person 2:] "I don't know, it's cool"
[Person 1:] "Hey, this could be that one right here"
[Heckler:] "IS THAT BOB!?"
[Person 2:] "I mean, I don't know what to say!"
[Heckler:] "YOU SUCK!"
[Person 1:] "What? Man come on, man.. Quit being a wuss"
[Heckler:] "LOSER!"
[Person 2:] "I don't know!"
[Person 1:] "Have some balls.."
[Heckler:] "BOO!"
[Person 2:] "Agh.."
[Person 1:] "Don't be scared!"

[Hook]
Don't be afraid! No, don't be afraid!
Just knock on the door! Just knock on the door!
Don't be afraid! No, don't be afraid!
Just knock on the door! Knock, knock on the door!
Don't be afraid! No, don't be afraid!
Just knock on the door! Just knock on the door!
Promise wit! This is your life! Go on and fight! Go on and fight!
[Verse 1]
Well, let me tell you about the story of a brother named Horris
He got a dope beat, but can't come up with the chorus
His label's on his back, trying to make him a hit
Because he got eighty songs, but they don't make sense
But, this is his job and he gotta get paid
So what else to talk about, besides slanging cocaine?
And why not? He ain't got much to say
'Cause if he talk about some melty, he'll feel gay
His [?] he gotta fix his appearance
So he go out and get some jewelry and expenses
So when he's on stage and he got a good image
But ain't nobody moving cause don't nobody feel him
'Cause it's the same song with the same old flow
And don't nobody believe him, he can tell he know
'Cause when his album, ain't no one at the store
Then the sales go down, and the truth gon' show

[Hook]