This is somethin that I call the flow
 Not many if any  'cept for Vinnie  can say they know
 In fact  detracting that is something that I rarely show
 Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
 See yo (Throw it bro) you say cheeka boo
 A name pertained for niggas who WHO
 Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
 It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
 And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh
 Dressed to the best to impress but after they try take us in
 Crook as a nigga, take a pistol, see who wants to be Naughty or nicest
 Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it
 Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is
 Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address:
 How I'll bless and blow any conflicts
 Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense
 M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin so you get out of it
 Any and all should fall, many are small should call
 Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
 Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way
 This is how we play everyday all day

 Verse 2: Treach

 Yo yo hey yo
 Havin a round of (?cadavva?), gather matters is drastically
 Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee
 Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see
 That keeps you boogie'n happily
 Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin
 The message I'm sendin from London to Linley
 Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
 Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her
 God is good and if ya would, you should just
 Play to the way I see em, play all day is what He'll bless
 I'm leavin em evil and seein em bein a torture with dull props
 I won't give up til you had 'nough of these call shots
 Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin
 Cos on the shrift and Naughty ain't waltzin
 When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush
 Knockin and poppin em up inside, they rockin dawn til dusk
 I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike
 I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright
 Showin time is for clocks, knockin poppas
 Pop pop ya try to shine I make your heart work proper
 And that's comin from the drifter and if ya
 R-U-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E
 So let the guests gettin pass-ons, be by-gones
 Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
 We feel this way every single day all day
 So make way

 Verse 3: Treach

 Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts
 Grub scouts gettin rubbed out
 I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze til this came out
 Hittin ideas to use, a half of us snit or two
 Snatchin and maxin a rap that I'm castin, how dare you!
 How the hell can you yell what someone else said?
 I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh
 But I doubt that, and now ya wanna back out
 Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house
 I'm mackin 'n rackin 'n cappin the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack
 This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat
 And that's simply elementary Walton
 So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Dodge son
 Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
 Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
 What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie
 The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me
 Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse?
 Some nasty ass me, Naughty and that keep it happy
 I'm all that and never go out the small way
 You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day

 Verse 4: Treach

 Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop
 You oughta store it all, fast-forward 'fore I ring props
 You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho
 Come rock a lil somethin, no we're all outta time so
 From Chilltown JC to Brooklynn with A-D
 I'm rippin things daily, ni if, and or maybes
 At the ??? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE
 Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be
 Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they swiftin
 Then the ruler (?all reigns?), he comes handy on the roll again
 Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals
 With the real chill, not the run-of-the-mill deals
 Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie
 Throwin best tracks to me to me
 So that sometimes they do me
 I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue
 Patrol the song, what up to the brothers from the (?Natcheo?)
 We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him
 But now it's ??? don't even try to outrun them
 The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and (?trueogy?)
 The sharper day with double jade is the props see
 We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavour
 And nuthin weaker behind is watchin, kick her
 The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
 With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts
 And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets
 It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice
 Plus is the voice behind the flavour unit, all time, all early
 It's that girlie, head of the head called her Shirley
 And what poop last but not least, Camille
 I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day

 OUTRO: Treach

 Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the flavour unit
 Def Jef in effect. We got the producer of this trach Kay-Gee
 We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
 My man internale All-Star Dave
 My man on the sax Andy
 We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd
 We got Anj-Du, G-Quick
 We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse-Rachim,Mook Daddy, Skee Steve
 Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
 We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house-Cherokee, Chaka and
 Lisa
 And we outta here like last year
 Cos we come this deep everyday all day
 PEACE