Ol Spoke eyE gettin old skool, up on tha shelf, so its time he started battling, with himSELF.

Thats right Whack Daddy I'm the Electro Chill,
Get my freshest rhymes from Melle Mel and Sugar-Hill

Got burns on my noggin from the headspin test,
But all my homies tell I'm the one-to-fess,
So I'm dissin on my homey Ol Spoke eyE, yesyes,
cuz he's the whackest MC in the whole south west, so COME ON

( Scratchy kind of 808 drum break here, accompanied by a sample of that old guy from different strokes)

So all you fellow MC's in the palce to be,
Come on and body rock it to the Jay-Oh-Bee
cuz what I'm sayin might be rhymin and it clear to be heard,
in twenty years from now this crap wont even be WORD.

Its the Old Skool Spokey, dissin the new Skool Ponk,
I gotta get my hoody on and... and... wait, nothing rhymes with Ponk.

Shit.