[Fred]:*ahem* testing...TESTING...1...2...###
Mic check,
So what's it all about?
Where we gonna run?
maybe we can meet up on the sun!
disgression is a prize,
on the blood of virgin eyes,
we're limpin' on the track with the Method,
So get the sunblock,
until you dissolve I revolve
around everythin' you got,
From out of nowhere,
prepare,
You be blinded by the glare,
I told you not to stand there you turned into stone,
whithout a microphone,
but dont forget your in the zone,
*so shut the fuck up*
And take that shit back,
coz all your shit's whack,
when its weighed out like that,
burnin up your brain like a piston,
so all those who didnt listen,
never even knew what they were missin,
And never even knew that the sky was falling down,
Wu Tang Clan for the crown.
*Ahem* Testing...
[Method man]: Dude that was some mic check.
[Fred]: Its a gift.
[Method man]: Write that down, we'll use that.
[Fred]: I can remember it.
[Method man]: C'mon man write it down!
[Fred]: Told you, I'd remember it...

(Song body taken from `Limp Bizkit ft. wu tang clan and method man - N 2gether now`)