I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
First a bass, a snare
A little cut over there
I add my name crescent to the moon
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts
Layin' down a power play all the suckas are taught
One again, the tactics of original arts
We're gettin' payed to the end cuz we were down from the start
We're known as CMI Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source
Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
One after another, another to the next
Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin' sex
Or may get higher
When bustin' as a liar
These are the things I teach so be tought
To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or list
It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap
It's funny
Just dissin' you I can make money
But noone's tippin'
My message is simple: Ya' slippin!

When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
Goddam! They all seem to sound alike
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down with the winning team
So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement
Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet
We'll pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp CMI on you're head and you're off
But you won't even change that to say instead
I'm down cuz I got a CMI on my head
So just before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'


Yo! he slippin'-dough, he slippin'-dough, he slippin'-word up, I
don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, he slippin'
man. CMI Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm
saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is ,(unknown) but you know what time it is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and everytime
he do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)

Im slipping? You're just pure garbage..I take it that was aimed at me? Why must I always drop a few lines to you? Anyway

I need to go step by step,walking-pace-for-this-bitch
coz he couldnt match me if he copy-and-pasted-my-shit

I thought this feudle-got-calm his whole caboodles-not-strong
He probably got his shit from google-dot-com

ahhh yea,,, flip it boiiiiii

you fucking suck.

thats pathetic he beat you in four lines

Buddy comes up in here, tries to diss you, then starts dick-rydin...bullshit. But I've composed something for him to chew on.

You think you the top shit, the greatest MC/ but you could be bested by a three-year old, see?//
Why don't you go home and get in the bed/ cause this internet shit is stuck in your head//
I'ma go outta character, and pull out this word/ shut the fuck up you faggot, you ain't got shit, ya heard?

Boi, lemme know!