Cowabunga, dude, so let's get it on.
Reptiles against the fathers of the Renaissance.
We got the classical technique
To kick these three toed freaks back under the street! (Ooh!)
I take a turtle, and I turn him into mincemeat.
You don't really wanna step to da Vinci.
I love the ladies; I like to keep it mellow,
So let me pass the mic to my man, Donatello!
(Ugh!) Hard shell, but you're gross in the middle.
Wouldn't wanna touch you with a six foot chisel.
Born in goop, raised in poop,
I slice through a group of ninjas like fruit. Oops!
(Yo!) Raphael, and I came to flow!
Deemed dope by the Pope, and I boned 'til I croaked!
I'm an emcee Shredder, but I get the feeling
I should pass it up to my man on the ceiling!
(Ohhh!) Michelangelo, and I'm a giant!
I made David, but I'll slay you like Goliath!
I'm a rap God, and you can't quite touch me!
This battle's your Last Judgment, trust me!
We drop science! We got the mathematics!
The architects of rebirth are rap addicts!
You beat the Foot, but it won't go well
When you catch an Italian boot to the half shell