1st verse
Yo this is animal instinct, mixed wit a stiff drink
a wolf amongst sheep in a mink wit gold links
You couldn't walk in my shoes if niggas used Shaq's feet
we train like an athlete, to run em like trackmeets
this is that Ray Lewis linebacker rap were, designed to attack, lay a player on their back, pause!
built to break laws, take charge,
living to deface yall,
when I flip the pencil and erase yall
wipe the smile off ya face when you feel the bass
make u catch a case by the time you hear the 8th bar
on the prowl for the papes and the porterhouse steaks
so chill with all that simon cowell hate
from the hecklers and the fakes, they get a towel thrown in they face,
like Horry did Ainge, so don't test my aim niggas need to redirect they frame of mind before I remind y'all we are not the same.

Hook
March to the beat
stomp in the streets
Win at all costs, never admit defeat
NEVER take a loss
always compete
we don't care who got next 'cause we run for weeks!
so put ya chips up, King and Duck on the beach
and they don't wanna alter this beast,
so peep how I growl
show my teeth when I smile
its the call of the wild
it's Animal Style!

2nd Verse
You're a Beat biter, rhyme style taker
tell ya to ya face you ain't shit but a faker claiming you got grands and acres
but couldn't afford an accord or a le sabre
you wannabe the Prez but really you're Ralph Nader
just an Outkast like them boys from decatur
you're Hip-Hop Weekly, I'm more like Fader
if niggas think they cool, then I'm AC Slater
walk like a panther, swim with the sharks, fly like an eagle, I shouldve built an Ark
keep the crowd jumpin like Jordan did Starks
I never bite cause they too scared of my bark
I'm Man vs wild, you 106 & Park-ass niggas need light cause they scared of the dark
you may be Top 40, but only on dick clark
cause we know that real rap don't give a fuck about charts

Hook
March to the beat
stomp in the streets
Win at all costs, never admit defeat
NEVER take a loss
always compete
we don't care who got next 'cause we run for weeks!
so put ya chips up, King and Duck on the beach
and they don't wanna alter this beast,
so peep how I growl
show my teeth when I smile
its the call of the wild
it's Animal Style!

3rd Verse
I know u hate me, cats is Dick Tracy
copying my style, aiming to replace me
lookin thru my files, diggin up the dirt
but they can't, cause my backgrounds made of Astro Turf
you're a dead man walkin, here's ya last dessert
the streets keep talkin, you aint puttin in work
you're too new boy, better yet, you're a jerk, wit no respect,
ya whole careers doin the reject, ask spintelect wzup he'll tell ya he's next,
and he means me, the Presidential-Elect
I kill fly shit like Obama treat insects
cause this is no streak like windex
this is hard work, packaged into music
You had a cool song, i made a new movement
so keep on talkin and ima give u that bar cause you don't wanna roam 'Where the Wild Things Are'
It's Animal Style!

Hook
March to the beat
stomp in the streets
Win at all costs, never admit defeat
NEVER take a loss
always compete
we don't care who got next 'cause we run for weeks!
so put ya chips up, King and Duck on the beach
and they don't wanna alter this beast,
so peep how I growl
show my teeth when I smile
its the call of the wild
it's Animal Style!