"yes  this is miss renee king from philadelphia. i want you to please 
Give me a call on area code 215 222 4209 and i'm calling in reference 
To the music business. thank you." 
Dove: 
Hey how ya doin' 
Sorry ya can't get through 
Why don't you leave your name 
And your number 
And i'll get back to you 
Hey how are ya doin' 
Sorry ya can't get through 
But leave your name (uh) 
And your number 
And i'll get back to you. 
Once again it's another rap bandit 
Fiending at i and i can't stand it 
Wanna be down with the day-glo 
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo" 
Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo" 
"i got a funky new tune with a fly banjo" 
I can't understand what the problem is 
I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz 
How'd they get my name and number 
Then i stop to think and wonder 
Bout a plan, yo man, i gotta step out town 
You wanna call me up? take my number down 
It's 222-2222 
I got an answering machine that can talk to you 
It goes 
Pos: 
Hey how ya doin' 
Sorry ya can't get through 
But leave your name and your number 
And i'll get back to you 
Yo, check it, exit the old style 
Enters the new 
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew 
Or should i say flock cause around every block 
There's harry, dick, and tom, with a demo in his palm 
Now i'm with helping those who want to help themselves 
And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope 
But it's not the mood to hear 
The tales of limousines and pails 
Of money they'll make like a pro 
I be like, "yo black, just play me the tape" 
But at the show the time to spare i just make 
But the songs created in they shacks 
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this 
And now i hate they give me smiles kool-aid wide and ask, 
"was it def?" 
And with the straighest face i be like, "hell yes." 
I slip them the digits to papa prince paul 
So i don't go awol but yet i know when they call 
They get 
Mase: 
Hey how ya doing 
Sorry ya can't get through 
Why don't you leave your name 
And your number 
And i'll get back to you 
Hey how are ya doin 
Sorry you can't get through 
Why don't you leave your name and your number 
And i'll get back to you 
Check it out 
Party at the dug-out on diction ave 
Haven't been to the jam in quite a while 
Figure i'll catch up on the latest styles 
'stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles 
All i wanna do is cut on the decks wild 
But edition up here bi-da miles to the center 
Reliever of duty, plug one mosies in 
And i be like, "yo g, pos does all the producing" 
Pos: 
Now woe is me to the third degree 
Mase pulls the funny so i make like a bunny 
Jettin' 
But i'm getting used to this demo abuse 
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape 
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker 
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker 
Make way to my radius playin fly guy 
Try to get on my back they force like luke sky 
Me myself and i go through this act daily 
And rarely do i not 
No matter how i dodge some jackal always nails me 
No matter what the plot 
And even out on tour they be like, 
"yo i got a tape to play you back at the hotel" 
I be like "oh swell" 
Unveil the numeric code to dial my room 
And tell them to call me at noon 
But of course there's no answering machine in my room 
But a pretty young adorer 
Who i swung on tour 
And if it rings while we're alone 
She'll answer the phone 
And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem 
Dove: 
"hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring 
Now you're waiting on the beep. 
Say, i would love if you'd sing 
The tune to tru instead of fronting on the speak." 
So no problemo, just play the demo 
And at the end it's break out time 
Please oh please don't press rewind 
Cause i'll just lay it down the line 
Hey how ya doing 
Sorry ya can't get through 
Why don't you leave your name and your number 
And i'll get back to you 
Pos: 
Hey how ya doing 
Sorry ya can't get through 
Why don't you leave your name and your number 
And we'll get back to you.. peace 
'yo what's up man, this is ronald master down with the fish tank 
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook 
Me up, true. you know we got this fly new jam called 'swimming in the 
Fish tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know 
What i'm saying, but i just need your help, prince paul gave me your 
Number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me, 
Got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook 
Me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back 
At 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a 
Brother man!'