(feat. Pharoahe Monch, Nate Dogg)



[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



[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



[Mos Def]

Say my name, say my name

Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down

and played 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 y'all was askin permission I just stepped up and took it

What!? The kid's better buy my rookie card now

Cause after this year the price ain't comin down

And 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 wont heed it

The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it

It's a shame the jealous gaze 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 y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all

I know that deep down it's got to be bothering y'all

Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than y'all

Put your pride on the rocks, make you swallow it all

The mathematic problem for y'all, it just get harder to solve

Every day that the saga evolve

The do or die stay rumblin and bumblin hard

And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all

East coast on your neck and you ain't shruggin it off

Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin off

I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggaz are the sons of New York

Gettin spanked when there's too much trouble to talk

Respect mine



[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 to Pharoahe (you know)

Step away from the mic they too cold

The funk might fracture your nose



[Pharoahe Monch]

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages

Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin

And it amazes - me how you claim thug

but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers

I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's 

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'

Huh, 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 here

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 y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:



[Nate Dogg: x2]

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



[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 to Pharoahe (you know)

Step away from the mic they too cold

The funk might fracture your nose