The Devil went down to Harlem, he was looking for a car to steal
He was in a bind, goin' outta his mind
And he was willing to make a deal

When he came across a young man bustin' it old school on the spot
Devil jumped right up on his Eighty-Eight
And said "Boy, let me tell you what"

I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a freestyle rapper too
And if you care to take a dare
I'll make a bet with you

Now you lay down some hot shit, boy, but give the Devil his due
I'll bet a chain of gold to get your Olds
Cause I think I'm better than you"

The boy said, "My name's Terrance, and it might be a sin
But I take yo' bet, yo' gonna regret
'Cause I da best they's ever been"

Terrance get yo' bad self set to bust some phat-ass rhymes
Cause hell's broke loose in Harlem
And it ain't the cops this time
And if you win you'll get this platinum chain inlaid with gold
But if you lose the Devil gets your Olds

The Devil opened up his case, and said, "I'll lead this dance"
And light beamed off his crystal chains as he donned his parachute pants
He moonwalked back up from the curb with a bandana around his wrist
And with MC Hammer at the turntables, it sounded somethin' like this

When the Devil finished, Terrance said, "That's some funky fresh shit you pitched
But just sit down in that chair right there and we'll see who's the real bitch"

Crackdown in Harlem, go, boys, go
Whitey's in the 'hood, raise up five-oh,
Chicken in the greasepan fryin' up nice,
Gonna have a plate full o' grits tonight.

The Devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat
As he laid that flashy bling down on the ground at Terrance's feet
And Terrance said, "Devil, you best step off and get the fuck out fast
'Cuz if you come back I'll bust some slugs right up yo momma's ass!"

He played Crackdown in Harlem, go, boys, go
Whitey's in the 'hood, raise up five-oh,
Chicken in the greasepan fryin' up nice,
Gonna have a plate full o' grits tonight.