[Rob-O]. Who keeps it methods and orthodox, who caught the props. Who's styles are shit, who's gonna rock?. On to the break of dawn, you wanna battle, pay the price.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh). (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh). Oh, oh. . I wish I could fly. Like a jet plane. I could read the minds of my enemies. Worship a poster. Carry a lunchbox.
Wait a minute before you tell me anything. How was your day?. 'Cause I been missing. You by my side, yeah. . It ain't easy to keep on moving city to city.