Yo yo yo yo yo What's the password.. password.. Yo yo yo You know the password.. password.. I know it, password is +Detonator+ Let me type it in real quick: "Welcome!" Aight, let's check this: "You've got mail!" Word up, bust it [Verse One] The internet's your medium of choice cause nobody really wants to hear your corny ass voice You ain't a MC just because you could type On the mic in real life your ass'll get sniped You a man with a mouse who can't rock the house Jerkin off to gay porn while wearin your girl's blouse You know you never seen no real life fame So you're lookin for some recognition through a screen name (No doubt) No threat, y'all ain't the pro set Rappin ten years and not a paid show yet I love to get online and shine and drop bombs but my music can be found on more than dot coms (word up) Your website gets a whole lot of hits (right) but in the real world son you ain't sayin shit Cats run they mouth on AOL but everytime they drop a twelve inch, they don't sell You love the anonymnity, you hide behind the shadow Always tryin to get someone to chatroom battle Cryin cause heads only rhyme one syllable Who made the rule you gotta use every millisec because it's fillable? I'ma snatch your webmaster, break both his legs Post it on your site, format it as .jpeg's Rip you on your own site and sign your guestbook then go into your chatroom and leave the rec shook What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil) Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac but you internet MC's can't see AK