[Kool Keith]  
 Yeah whassup T Love  
 A lot of brothers be freestylin (right)  
 Blowin smoke at your clothes  
 Girls be out there with  weaves with  
 glue in they scalps  tryin to get loose  
 But it's time to drop gooses! (true dat)  
 YouknowhatI'msayin?  
  
 "T  hit it off!"  
  
 [T Love]  
 There's a lot of girls rhymin on the mic with no direction  
 Don't know why they flexin  forgot rules and lessons  
 The essence: beats and rhymes and shit  
 I'm about to show these bitches that I'll die for this  
 With more than the skills to pay the bills at ?, I rock it  
 Nobody knows my name, at least I'm hittin pocket  
 It's been a while.. "been-been-a, been-a, been a long time" -> Ra  
 Yeah, it's been a long time since B-Girls got down  
 Now I be, mannered like Janet, Jack-me when I'm not lookin  
 Cause iffin I'm lookin, then you get YO' shit tooken  
 A hundred degrees of heat, under emcees who sleep-walkin  
 in some bibles since the age of three  
 See I be a rap editor, rhymer et cetera  
 to the letter or competitor, not in it for the cheddar  
 A calligraphist, envisionist  
 Yeah it's been a long time but I'm back to make a diff'  
  
 Chorus: Kool Keith  
  
 That girl is wack.. That kid is wack..  
 That producer's wack.. Your whole family's wack..  
 "So wack that it's bound to show"  
  
 [Kool Keith]  
 I'm systematic, graphic, outspoken, master past a certain MC  
 Abilities of enemies, construct nine million quitrillion  
 makes a brother brilliant, strong like Einstein  
 I find the underlying, words with verbs herb  
 Make me famous when I pull up on your anus  
 It's disaster for the tri-state actor, in a circle like Urkel  
 Yo T-Love, these assholes are dirt specks on my rugs  
 Smokin blunts with stomach pumps  
 Pick up the mic, your crew'll only rhyme once  
 For the budget, 70,000 Monopoly money  
 With a wack producer, usin Sonny Spitz  
 You on that "Keep it Real" list, you're broke  
 You're name is Captain Provoke, better know you ain't  
 never eatin Tony Rhomes, files of culture I'm still dope  
 even not with Ultra -- back you saved this from Casio samples  
 I'm raw like green apples  
 Fly smooth, I ain't got nuttin to prove  
 Your album has been out for forever  
 You didn't even go plether  
 Plastic was your quota, Mr. Spiritual Philosopher  
 Prepare for your release for foul speech  
 You weak, like Cream of Wheat  
 I step to you and blow out assholes like Miami Heat  
 Yo, take off those boots, it's ninety-five degrees out here  
 It's fuckin hot  
  
 "So wack that it's bound to show"  
  
 Chorus  
  
 [T-Love]  
 Return of the B-Girl promises  
 nothing less, than spectacular, with vernacular  
 Peep how T mackin the verb  
 like hoes strollin, on Pharoah, I'm givin you the narrow  
 The L-Down, I mean the skinny, this Pickaninny  
 went to rock battle, while she rides up to Denny's  
 Nah I ain't really tryin to diss nobody  
 But old school B-Girls swore in the Goddess  
 In studded Gazelles, they did windmills  
 West had on the Pumas, East had on the Shells  
 Rock the Bells sell prevailed by L's lips  
 Serious about the type of styles we flipped  
 We get closer to millenium, B-Girls dwindlin  
 You don't have to stress because "I'm, comin!"  
 It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you  
 Sorry for the wack shit you slept through  
  
 Chorus 2X  
  
 [Kool Keith]  
 Yeah, it's return of the B-Girl  
 T-Love in the house for the nine-seven  
 Pullin all, glue off wigs  
 That's right, damagin skulls  
 That's right it's all beauty parlor skills  
 That's right  
 Touchin up on the weaves and cuttin ends off