Prehistoric MCs, we're here to disgrace, Mix Master Ice! Pick up the pace! A lot of MCs stood in our way, but that's why they're not here, to tell it today, cause we totally ***olished every inch of remembrance they left behind. If he exists, there's now no sign of the sucker MCs that could not rhyme, because nobody but us runs the rap race, so Mix Master Ice, pick up the pace! The atmospheric pressure will increase when I say a rap that I have to release, so the population is out of a club, and this is consummated with the aid of dub. The version of the record I call the instrumental, while I take the microphone to toy with the metal. There isn't a rapper I can't erase, Mix Master Ice, pick up the pace! I don't know if I'm right, tell me is this true? Am I the best thing that ever happened to you? I don't wanna hear nada, don't tell me no. I'm not kidding, I'm can't go. Do you remember me, remember we was at a party, and we was dancing, and you was feeling out my body, and you said that you loved me, and you wouldn't love another. I'm sorry girl, that wasn't you, that was your mother. Mix Master, pick up the pace! Stop, and let's change the track. Yo full force, bring the beat back. But, make it worth my while, and bring it back, reggae style. Special request to the Brooklyn Posse. Special request to the Brooklyn Posse. Me need me sweet, me noff do it, me flash, me lit, me flash, me clap, me boom, me hold the mic, me noff do it, me say, find a mix in the house, me do it, find it, lit it, lit it, lit it, dumb. Why did it, did it, did it, die, die, yeah. Can me say, pandigo, say me de pandigo, lord. Pandigo, me say me de pandigo. Say, out of me rubber, *** ya lyrics just a flow. The car I want me drive is a Christmas bow. The engine inna it jam and a strictly turbo. Jam on, jam on, jam on me only with Sergio. Me here, me there, me all over the place, Mixmaster. Ice, pick up the pace! Pick up the pace! We gon' tell Mixmaster! Pick up the pace! Mixmaster! Mixmaster! This stuff is really fresh!