Oh No!

[Intro: Mos Def] 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 [Hook 1: Nate Dogg] Oh No! Niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been 7 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 played my game, my own two raise my flame Cause dickriding 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 getting it and they whole grill is crooked Mad cause I'm getting caked out from my bookings When y'all was asking 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 coming down And if you got a joint bubbling then get money now Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble coming out Just a warning, as usual some cats won't 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 scheming, man give me some more reason To have the women in your mama's church screaming "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 Flaco 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 rumbling and bumbling hard And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all East coast on your neck and you ain't shrugging it off Try to bullyfoot and end up stumbling off I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York Getting spanked when there's too much trouble to talk Respect mine [Hook 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 to Pharoahe 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 And 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, it's irrele' Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya! Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya 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 leaving 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 seeing 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 [Hook 1] ×2 + [Hook 2]