(chorus) 
Rewind... 
Heal up  real up  bring it back  come rewind... 
(erick sermon) 
Now about to wreck shop is the man wit the plan 
Godamn  yo  watch me slam 
Taking the bassline  freaking my lines 
Squeezing my reebox's pumps and kriss kross then jump 
Way behind the track so i sound smooth and rugged 
Pumped it for the hit squad  yo  they cold dugged it 
You know my style  man, yo, check the stats 
Down wit the mic doc, my dj is scratch 
Straight from brooklyn, albany projects 
He gets respect when he's rocking wit the set 
He goes crazy, maybe goes into a rampage 
Yo, but don't be afraid 
Can produce hard tracks like this 
But don't shut him down, put him on the funk list 
Live in color, a smooth brother 
If i had to pick a dj, i couldn't, word to mother 
So george, hit me wit the funk scratch 
Then after that black, come back and rewind that 
George, hit me wit the funk scratch 
Then after that, yo, come back then rewind that 
Chorus 
(pmd) 
I'm def, it's my turn 
Freakin a new style, flippin this new style over the track 
I'm all that, down, rippin 
All over the place, yea, check em 
(yo, yo, yo, yo, md, yo, hold up money grip 
Yo get off that bullshucks 
Rip the hardcore style for the b-boy niggas, 
Yknowimsayin, hit me wit that funk) 
Record mode, set the eq for dolby 
Step back, check yaself, punk, you don't know me 
I flow, g, (say what) multi mil see 
Brother on fade to black, yo!, and bet 
For my grill in the source wit the record force 
A1 choice, the golden voice taking no loss 
The name is mic doc, don't forget it hop 
The kid from up the block, the tape's kicking ya boom box 
From the boon dox, the powerhouse on the rap route 
So make way, time to roll out 
Can you wind it and mine, primetime 
He got me illin, so hit me wit a (rewind) 
Now bring it back, bust that wisecrack 
Damn, it's been 5 years, kid, you're still on my bozack 
Shockin p, clockin p, when i'm rockin see 
You're not parrish smith, so why you mockin me 
You're just a wannabe, you wanna be me 
Sell for millions, until then, get the nuts, g 
No time to battle rap, f that 
I'm pushing maximum level, so smell the smoke from my mic, black 
I'm outta here, peace to the hardcore 
Bring in the hook while scratch is cuttin like a chainsaw 
"my style... deadly psychopath, schizophrenic" 
"don't forget i'm... crazy swift" 
"how can a brother be so nice" -- 2x 
"master on the beatdown" 
"huh forget it i'm constipated"