Intro: DJ J Hart & Masta Ace:

J Hart, Budamunk, it's ya boy Masta Ace, MA, let's go

Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset

Verse 1: Masta Ace:

Panorama rap, people from multiple sides
Four dimensions, full attention and cultural pride
My inventions and extensions that force you to ride
With the windows down, those clowns toss 'em aside
Like onions on a salad, them sounds are invalid
I got something for your palette, that's actual talent
They be screaming on the track, when in fact they be silent
You listen to the best music, now act like I'm Khaled? (Cool)
Another one, fall back 'til this brother's done
Here for the long hole, like Scatman Crothers' run
My voice dance on these tracks like doing the Bogle
Every time out you hear something new in the vocal
Read between the lines, see what I do to insult you
Intimidate, eliminate your whole crew and approach you
These are fightin' words, dressed in a spiritual touch
Holdin' the game in the lyrical clutch, let's go
Chorus: DJ J Hart:

Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset
Cool, 'cause I don't get upset

Verse 2: Masta Ace:

I'm a lumberjack knockin' rappers down like bank timber
We playin' Spades and I'm holdin' every gang member
In the palm of my hand, like I'm King Simba
Your clothes small, little boy, like you're King Jimba
Recede?, rappers are in jeopardy still
If I don't get you then the deputy will
This is what you call especially skill
And I feel good all over like I'm Stephanie Mills, or *cool*
Patrice Rushen, this percussion is worth a discussion
Head trauma flow, give the whole Earth a concussion
A CAT scan couldn't protect you from that man
This black man is holdin' it down for the Rap fan
I'm sick and tired of being tired of being sick and tired
Understand that I was hired so you can get inspired
To compete in this heat, 'til you win in every race
On this real rocky road like Ben & Jerry