VIDEO
[ In his best announcer voice, though he's off-screen at the moment: ]
Coming at you liiiiiiiveeeee from not-New York City, I'm Andrew Bernard, bringing you viewers straight into the heart of action. Today we've got for you a real battle of mind and um... voice... Cloud 9 VS. the Nard Dog! Hold onto your hats and get ready tooooo rap!
[ He sets up the communicator on a table and moves in front of the camera now. He's in a red short-sleeve shirt, and Abby next to him is wearing sunglasses. ]
Introducing Abby B. the teen queen of beats!
This showdown's on, I'm gonna turn up the heat.
You think 'cause I'm blond that I can't drop a rhyme?
Hope you like being wrong, 'cause I can change your mind.
It's A to the B to the B to the Y,
Bet you never met a supergirl so fly!
Oh yeah? Nard Dog's the name, welcome to my show.
Really glad to meet you, it's too bad I gotta throw you down,
Downtown, face down, hate to make you frown,
But you're messing with the Nard Dog and he's the best around.
Listen up, mister, I'mma tell you how it goes,
You got nothing on this, got nothing on my flow.
I broke the mold, yeah, I'm one of a kind!
Check it out, Dog, you just got Cloud Nine'd.
No you listen, little girl, I've been doing this for years,
If you really don't believe me, just listen to those cheers.
You should really give up now while the going's still good,
I've got the flyest beats in the entire neighborhood.
If you're looking for a girl scout,
You better check my sick beats out!
You'll see, I'm not just Plain Jane!
I'm an old school G, and I ain't playin'!
You're just a middle-aged dude in a suit and tie,
Can't top this, so kiss your victory good-bye.
Go take this lesson and get it real learned,
Best back off or you're gonna get burned.
My ties match my 'tude,
And I hate to be rude,
But if you're looking at my style,
You should know that I'm wild!
We could do this all day, anytime, anywhere,
Indoors, down the block, or at the park if we're being fair.
You're just a teenage girl, I'm bringing down the hammer,
Because I'm breaking all the rules, of the streets and grammar!
You got it all wrong-- I'm the hammer, you're the nail!
You're dust on the ground, I'm hip-hop's Holy Grail.
I know you think I'm just a little girl,
But I got everything I need, I'm on top of the world.
Every rhyme I make is as good as gold, beats so fly.
So if you dig Cloud 9, put your hands to the sky!
Wake up, kid, and don't be talking smack.
Listen to my words -- step back, step back,
Move your feet 'cause
I've got you beat,
You can't compete
With rhymes this complete.
You're hearin', right? Let's just end this now,
The Nard Dog's the one who's gonna take the bows.
Coming at you liiiiiiiveeeee from not-New York City, I'm Andrew Bernard, bringing you viewers straight into the heart of action. Today we've got for you a real battle of mind and um... voice... Cloud 9 VS. the Nard Dog! Hold onto your hats and get ready tooooo rap!
[ He sets up the communicator on a table and moves in front of the camera now. He's in a red short-sleeve shirt, and Abby next to him is wearing sunglasses. ]
Introducing Abby B. the teen queen of beats!
This showdown's on, I'm gonna turn up the heat.
You think 'cause I'm blond that I can't drop a rhyme?
Hope you like being wrong, 'cause I can change your mind.
It's A to the B to the B to the Y,
Bet you never met a supergirl so fly!
Oh yeah? Nard Dog's the name, welcome to my show.
Really glad to meet you, it's too bad I gotta throw you down,
Downtown, face down, hate to make you frown,
But you're messing with the Nard Dog and he's the best around.
Listen up, mister, I'mma tell you how it goes,
You got nothing on this, got nothing on my flow.
I broke the mold, yeah, I'm one of a kind!
Check it out, Dog, you just got Cloud Nine'd.
No you listen, little girl, I've been doing this for years,
If you really don't believe me, just listen to those cheers.
You should really give up now while the going's still good,
I've got the flyest beats in the entire neighborhood.
If you're looking for a girl scout,
You better check my sick beats out!
You'll see, I'm not just Plain Jane!
I'm an old school G, and I ain't playin'!
You're just a middle-aged dude in a suit and tie,
Can't top this, so kiss your victory good-bye.
Go take this lesson and get it real learned,
Best back off or you're gonna get burned.
My ties match my 'tude,
And I hate to be rude,
But if you're looking at my style,
You should know that I'm wild!
We could do this all day, anytime, anywhere,
Indoors, down the block, or at the park if we're being fair.
You're just a teenage girl, I'm bringing down the hammer,
Because I'm breaking all the rules, of the streets and grammar!
You got it all wrong-- I'm the hammer, you're the nail!
You're dust on the ground, I'm hip-hop's Holy Grail.
I know you think I'm just a little girl,
But I got everything I need, I'm on top of the world.
Every rhyme I make is as good as gold, beats so fly.
So if you dig Cloud 9, put your hands to the sky!
Wake up, kid, and don't be talking smack.
Listen to my words -- step back, step back,
Move your feet 'cause
I've got you beat,
You can't compete
With rhymes this complete.
You're hearin', right? Let's just end this now,
The Nard Dog's the one who's gonna take the bows.