Verse One:

01 Yo, I sweat the details, most rappers are only trying to sell retail
02 wanna be a ghetto superstar like ODB & Praswell?
03 kicking rhymes that’s hotter than Rachelle—
04 Welch & I be jamming, beat-boxing like Rahzel
05 I be break dancing, spinning on my back like Raphael
06 but with no shell, when I'm not choking mics like Latrell
07 & infidels known to catch a bad one like Del
08 covering up their wackness like aliens like Roswell
09 plus, I rock well like Norman, I keep it going when I'm performing
10 everything be all swell, when I be stomping & storming
11 then all hell breaks loose, yo, kid I'll cook your goose
12 most rappers give up, cuz they can't take the abuse
13 reduce, you to the lowest common denominator
14 what I'm emitting be major & spitting into mics be my choice of labor
15 I'm so underground the earth's core be my next door neighbor
16 (wishing you had more flavor?)
17 but it ain't gon happen, not in my lifetime
18 I write rhymes to make you wanna step in real time
19 mealtimes I'm skipping cuz I be tweaking the snare
20 compare none to Herb-One & throw your hands in the air!

Chorus One:

01 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
02 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
03 & just clap your hands & just clap your hands
04 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
05 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
06 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
07 & just clap your hands & just clap your hands
08 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)

Verse Two:

01 Yo I'ma be a superstar like—Eda Carena,
02 I'ma shake things up, like a Shasta 2-Liter
03 yo, I broke the meter, before I even complete the sentence
04 I crash through the tenements, converting every regiment
05 of Hip-Hop, I embody every element
06 the time is now, I'ma get doo doo like human excrement
07 (wow!) freestyle? You wanna know just how I do this
08 but I'm never divulging, I'm insulting your person
09 going off on excursions, living it up & sweet gerkins!
10 I reached the pinnacle of perversion
11 (yeah!) & still turn it up a notch
12 I lick my lips, flick you off, spit & grab my crotch
13 (so watch) me get down with no delay
14 I reprazent for all emcees & all dee-jays
15 all breakers & all writers!
16 so come on & push up your lighters, as I get the urge to recite the
17 lyrics that make you feel it in your cypher
18 I'm number one like Riker & nobody be nicer
19 I'll never fall off! Knock on formica
20 piss me off & you'll get tossed right out my rhyme cypher!

Verse Three:

01 My rhyme cypher is just too damn hyper
02 half your words I can't decipher, I'll bust yah & make you change your diaper
03 I'll rush yah & yo, I'll swipe your crown
04 yo, I'll strike you down, cuz the pen be mightier
05 Invite you to enter, entice ya'll to get together
06 then incite a riot & you'll get clocked with my scepter (uh)
07 actually please strike the last statement
08 reckless endangerment, just cuz you foul, you flagrant
09 It's like Quantum Leap, throw in the towel cuz you faking it
10 & make room for the pure, unadulterated
11 Hip-Hop that I'm making, you be forsaking it,
12 it's amazing & that's truly an understatement
13 it's evident, I reprazent, straight out the basement
14 hitting pay dirt & kicking you while you're down so you stay hurt
15 flirting with disaster, disrupting my concert
16 yo, I'll cut your career short like Brian Bosworth
17 (& oh yeah!) it's been constant elevation
18 & I ain't stopping until I get my own constellation
19 'til every hand is raised in the congregation
20 Herb-One! Rocking the whole damn nation kid!

Chorus Two:

01 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
02 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
03 & just clap your hands & just clap your hands
04 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
05 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
06 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)
07 & just clap your hands & just clap your hands
08 & just clap your hands to the beet (to the beet!)