It's the mother phunking JunkeeznTaking you for a test drivenDon't try to frontnThe posse's gonna kick it livenWith a style so versatilenRocking the mic on top of the pilenSo turn up the system; push the level past 10nHit record, suckernYou'll want to hear it againnSo listen up, y'all while we demonstratenThe doped up beat of the B-Boy Break.nnWe're B-Boy toughnWe're B-Boy hardnnA two-man hit squad that will exterminatenThis is for real; we never perpetratenAll you poseurs say you are hardcorenStalk us as prey, but we are the predatorsnFeel the bass as the rhythm kicks innGuitar in the back with the snare drum fill-innWe overpower with the vocal firepowernAn hour after hour, our rhymes stay high powerednOur beats are on the upswingnWe say it in a rap because we do not singnInformers, performersnWe are the the brainstormersnWe do it like this because we're no conformersnThoughts and rhymes that always interlinknSay what's on our minds because we do not lip syncnA-B-C, what's it gonna benAre you ready for the rhythmnRoachclip get down.nnWe're B-Boy toughnWe're B-Boy hardnnHooray, hooraw ya sis-boom-banI shave my head but don't koombayanSo get up Mr. Tambourine MannLike O.J. Simpson, I'll fly across the land in a secondnBuild a shop, and I'll wreck itnWe're microphone checking so you best respect itnTracks on wax, that the factsnLook out here comes a rap attack.nnWe're B-Boy toughnWe're B-Boy hard