| I’m a beast on the mic, can’t get no satisfaction | 
| Step aside 'cause it’s time for some action | 
| I’m a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip | 
| I get the job done 'stead of talkin' 'bout it | 
| Early in the mornin I’m up and I’m at 'em | 
| Hopin' one day my album goes platinum | 
| Rockin that mic so viciously, deliciously, not maliciously | 
| When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge | 
| There’s a party surge, so I must emerge | 
| Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop | 
| Knock the party off the meter when the bassline drops | 
| Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju | 
| Kuroi amerikajin yoru | 
| The last of the brohicans is speakin' | 
| The one that you turn to each and every weekend | 
| Risin', peakin', while the bump is beatin' | 
| Don’t turn back, no retreatin' | 
| You can see my vision, you can feel my force | 
| Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse | 
| I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English | 
| Smile as you listen to the ruckus as I bring this | 
| Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju | 
| Kuroi amerikajin yoru | 
| All day long, all day long | 
| Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song | 
| All day long, all day long | 
| Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song | 
| I’m comin' with the best and fresh from out west | 
| Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test | 
| See I’m lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic | 
| Erotic, bionic and it may leave you catatonic |