Hooda Hella You

Uh. uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Wha, wha? Yo...

It's will.i.am on the beats

Bringin' the hot heat, hot heat, hot heat...

(Who the hell are you?) It's Medusa pushin through

(Are you rollin' with a crew?) Feline Science is my crew

(Whatchu gon' spit?) Nothin' but that hot shit

(Who the hell are you?) Medusa pushin through

(Are you rollin' with a crew?) Feline Science is my crew

(And whatchu gonna spit?) Nothin' but that hot shit~!

Give me a bangin' instrumental, and I'll kick mix

Like a flick off of a drummer's wrist drops the filla

Fo' realla, high-powered sister, trained by, madams, queens

Uncle Jam, mommy, parties musicians, and killers

So there's no wonder they say I drop speech deep

My pop block got heat

I come with a Screamethian beat

Screamethian? That means I have you screamin like a heathen

Known a battle till I'm achievin

Violatin your childish rhymes of the one

My uncontrollable lyrics they, murder for fun

And I thank God, I finally get to be on some, see?

You gonna be leavin' the stadium talkin' 'bout, "Uh-HEH...

I tell ya, that kid's a true performer!"

Givin' you your money's worth, fanta tongue workin all that

Lyrics been shadowboxin against the pads

From WAY DOWN in the underground deep

I'm the bad-ass lion that stepped in the signifyin monkey feet

And if that line doesn't... what the FUCK? Wake him up~!

CLEAR! BZZZZT! Don't try to pass out now

'Cause you see the wrath of the blast of the incomin styles

Shrapnel and pronouns and verbs for miles

Wait, let me set it

I gotta take my time to give the other emcees credit

I never underestimate my opponents flow

They just get mesmerized by the Feline body blow

Full force is the cuff, and no matter what your crew LICK SHOTS

It'll never be enough