Magnifique

[Verse One: Pip Skid] If Cormega's in the headphone that means I ain't too safe Cause I'll be drunk on rap you might get slapped in the face This is the place where we dust off crumbs And dislike you like my neighbors do with double time drums Turning the volume clockwise waiting to get my ass kicked Older now and my stomach looks like an ax pick But still around like "hell no we won't go" {raps in French} Is that for real or is that just me? Indiana Jones, shaking hands with Master P We end the night like a song from Jeff Healy Hit really hard, body check like Cam Nealy Rip rap and bad times like skate master Tate To leave you walking funny like lugging a record crate On some scorching hot, Gil-Scott, no knock In a secret garden but still back on the block C'mon [Hook: Pip Skid] {x2} Pip Skid say magnifique Mcenroe, he'll lay a banging beat P&C keeps rolling like the King & I's jeep While the rest of the world it will continue to sleep C'mon [Scratching] {x2} "That's cool" "Uh huh" "That's cool" "Ya know it" "That's cool" "Yeah" "That's cool" "You know it is" "That's cool" "No doubt" "That's cool" "Yeah, yeah" "That's hype...actually" [Verse Two: mcenroe] We rocked like a thousand mics and there's more to grab And when we're in Quebec the crowd says {speaks in French} Whether mellow or hyper it seems I'm just another lifer I heard it so don't ever call me Rowdy Roddy Piper That's older than the one about the chicken and the Rabi You don't know me so don't ever make me out to be the bad guy I'm balancing check books and banging out my next hook Accomplishing so much, I ought to write a text book Leave chapter one for teaching suckers some manners Heave after hearing how an amateur stammers Grieve when you see how it's all been bastardized Believe after hearing from the P&C mastermind On disc, wax or mono e mono We sits on stacks known for rocking your phono And shit on the wack who could hardly play faker As they come more emotional than Tammy Faye Bakker With weak revelations that are best kept internal Your geeked out crews got more herbs than the Colonel And more big drama than the Serbs and Iraqi's Incapable of honor being served by your lackys I've heard it before man, why even talk to me? Try to copy my game plan it's kept under lock and key Impossibly dope so don't even hit the floor Cause it's Pip and mcenroe, make 'em say (Zut alor!) [Hook]