Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. Another dimension. Another dimension.
Mike D: Well now don't you tell me to smile. You stick around I'll make it worth your while. Got numbers beyond what you can dial. Maybe it's because I'm so versatile.
Ad-Rock: Style profile I said. It always brings me back when I hear 'Ooh Child.' From the Hudson River out to the Nile. I run the marathon until the very last mile.
MCA: Well if you battle me I will revile. People always say my style is wild. You've got gall, you've got guile. Step to me, I'm a rapophile.
Mike D: If you want to battle you're in denial. Coming from Uranus to check my style. Go ahead put my rhymes on trial. Cast you off into exile.
Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic.
Ad-Rock: Jazz and AWOL; that's our team. Step inside the party, disrupt the whole scene. When it comes to beats well I'm a fiend. I like my sugar with coffee and cream.
MCA: Well I gotta' keep it going, keep it going full steam. Too sweet to be sour, too nice to be mean. Well on the tough guy style I'm not too keen. To try to change the world, I'll plot and scheme.
Mike D: Mario C likes to keep it clean clean. Gonna' shine like a sunbeam beam. Keep on rappin' cause that's my dream. Got an A from Moe Dee for sticking to themes.
Ad-Rock: Now when it comes to envy, y'all is green. Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine. Another dimension, new galaxy. Intergalactic planetary.
Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic.
MCA: From the family tree of old school hip-hop. Kick off your shoes and relax your socks. The rhymes will spread just like a pox. 'Cause the music is live like an electric shock.
Mike D: I am known to do the Wop. Also known for the Flintstone Flop. Tammy D getting biz on the crop. Beastie Boys known to let the beat drop
Ad-Rock: Now when I wrote graffiti my name was Slop. If my rap's soup my beats is stock. Step from the tables when I start to chop. I'm a lumber jack; DJ Ad-Rock.
MCA: If you try to knock me you'll get mocked. I'll stir fry you in my wok. Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop. Like a pinch on the neck from Mr. Spock.
Robot: Intergalactic. Planetary. Planetary. Intergalactic. Another dimension. Another dimension.
