(Intro: Alex Frecon)
C.M.J., Alex Frecon, man, C.M.J., you're gonna kill this, I can feel it

*Sample*: "Check, check, check, check it, check, check, check it out"

(Verse 1: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Put the beat on so I can surf on a WAV file, cowabunga, I flow from Chowen up to 8 Mile, keep gettin' better, never remain the same, stayin' sharp like Shredder and my brain is Krang

*Sample*: "What"

(Christopher Michael Jensen)
Take a trip into Christopher's psyche, when I diss rappers, I don't just spit on the mic, I spit on their Nikes, and spit on their Chucks, I'm rippin' their tongues out their mouths and shovin' 'em down into their lungs, everybody wants to blow up like Libya, son, but fame is a funny and beautiful thing like Olivia Munn, 'cause some people love it and they're livin' it up, and other people hate it, wishin' it would be done, but fuck it, I'm in it to win it, I've given enough, time to take what's mine in this business of chumps, if ya feel what I'm sayin', let's have a round of applause, and put a fist in the air if you're down for the cause, come on

(Chorus 1: Alex Frecon & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Alex: So if you're sick o' bein' pushed
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Chris: If you're sick o' gettin' looks
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Alex: And your picture gettin' booked
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up, put your fingers up, put your fingers up
Chris: If you're sick o' hearin' lies
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Alex: If you're barely gettin' by
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Chris: If you just wanna survive
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up, put your fingers up, put your fingers up

(Verse 2: Alex Frecon)
Yeah, Frecon, here's the difference (what), I'm gettin' sick o' this (okay), little bitches on my nuts like syphilis (ewww), and for reference, this isn't bitterness, I'm just goin' nuts 'cause you pussy like a clitoris (fuck you), I'm in this game to make changes, while you just bitch like Great Danes 'cause my rhymes came with (what), a little bit o' change from your lame mundane shit, it's painful to say but you just can't make it (sorry, dude), and I can't take it anymore, I'm ready and your up shit's creek, ya better get in the oars, I've been steadily been gettin' out ahead o' you, boy, you're forgettin' that I'm heavily embedded with coy (ha ha), you already drop it, so why don't you talk shit (just do it), I know that you been sprayin' it, but I won't stop it (nah uh), I know you keep on sayin' it, your music is not sick (nope), the only way it's shopped is if somebody shoplifts (ha ha)

(Chorus 2: Alex Frecon & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Alex: So if you're sick o' bein' pushed
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Chris: If you're sick o' gettin' looks
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Alex: And your picture gettin' booked
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up, put your fingers up, put your fingers up
Chris: If you're sick o' hearin' lies
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Alex: If you're barely gettin' by
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Chris: If you just wanna survive
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up, put your fingers up

(Verse 3: Christopher Michael Jensen)
I never need a warm up, I roast a rapper to get fired up, half these artists' parents paid for their careers, man, I'm tired of dudes jumpin' on stage sayin' I'm the man, when they're just children, writin' rhymes in crayon, I'm gettin' sick of all this little boy crap, an ugly blemish on hip hop, forget your pretty boy swag, man, I don't get it, and they say sex sells, but fuck it like a zygote fetish, how is it that I stay hotter than pyrotechnics and at the same time cooler than cryogenics, I guess I'm an anomaly who speaks prophesy, it should go without saying but there's truth in honesty, while you lie in bed, I stand up for what I believe, 'cause I was born to give birth to what I've conceived, the kind o' music that'll move your soul, so get lost in the song and just lose control, come on

(Chorus 1: Alex Frecon & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Alex: So if you're sick o' bein' pushed
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Chris: If you're sick o' gettin' looks
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Alex: And your picture gettin' booked
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up, put your fingers up, put your fingers up
Chris: If you're sick o' hearin' lies
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Alex: If you're barely gettin' by
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up
Chris: If you just wanna survive
Alex & Chris: Put your fingers up, put your fingers up, put your fingers up

(Outro: Alex Frecon)
Damn, C.M.J., I told you you were gonna kill this