Attitude, when I'm on fire
Juice on the loose—electric wire
Simple and plain, give me the lane
I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley
You see my car keys, you'll never get these
They belong to the 98 posse
You want some more, son? You wanna get some?
Bum-rush the door of a store—pick up the album
You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed
So I can enter your mind, boys!
Bring the noise—my time
Step aside for the flex—Terminator X