Intro:
(Mos Def)
Yeah..
One for the treble, two for the bass
Welcome to the great incredible paper chase
Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace
Chorus 1:
(Nate Dogg)
Oh No
Niggas ain't scared to hustle
It's been seven days, the same clothes
Ask them originals 'cause they know
Mos Def, Nate Dogg, and Pharoahe
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Verse 1:
(Mos Def)
Say my name, say my name
Observe how I stake my claim
I independently lay it down and play my game
My own two raise my flame 'cause dick ridin' ain't my thang
I earned what they said I wouldn't
I got it the way they said I couldn't
But now I'm gettin' it and they whole grill is crooked
Mad 'cause I'm gettin' caked out from my bookings
When ya'll was askin' permission I just stepped up and took it
What?
The kids better buy my rookie card now
'Cause after this year the price ain't comin' down
An' if you got a joint bubblin' then get money now
'Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin' out
Just a warnin'
As usual some cats won't heed it
The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it
A shame that jealous gays is too short to see it
But when they face hit the cement, they nod in agreement
We could play nice and decent, or dirty like the 7-1 Precinct
Call it a day or make it a long evenin'
You keep on schemin'
Man give me some more reason
To have the women in your mama's church screamin', "Lord Jesus!"
Harder than ya'll 'cause I'm smarter than ya'll
I know that deep down it's got to be botherin' ya'll
Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than ya'll
Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all
Chorus 2:
(Nate Dogg)
Oh No
Look at who they let in the back door
From Long Beach to Brooklyn they know
We rock from the East to West coast
Queens salute you, Pharoahe (you know)
Step away from the mic they too cold
The funk might fracture your nose
Verse 2:
(Pharoahe Monch)
Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin'
An' it amazes me how you claim thug but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays than motorcade police parades through
East L.A.
More beef then deli's
Thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind--screw ya
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures, I'm equipped
to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused there
MC's just come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted
How you seein 'me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate ya'll though
That's why Nate Dogg goes:
Chorus 1 (twice)
Chorus 2