[Intro: Pharoahe Monch]
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get it crackin'
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[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
My rhymes pop like them nines, they claim they tote
But they rap lackluster shine
My sh** busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of coke, "Woo Hah!!"
That's all she wrote
On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes
Quirk a** MC's be as Queer as Folk
Talkin' about, "n***a can rap"
No sh** Sherlock, y'all just can't see me like Matt Murdoch
I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid and any line of mine is criminal mind
And I blind 'er with original rhyme sh**
Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime sh**
Clinically approved for you to move your behind with
Timeless are world girls who get inspired with Pharoahe
Do you need to be reminded now?
Stick 'em up, it's that
Get 'em up, it's that
Put 'em up, it's that
Let's go!
[Hook]
Yeah, how we rock
Show them how we roll, yeah
Let's go!
Line 'em up
Light it up, fire it up
Wire me up, let it blow
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood
Let's go!
[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
They research my stem cells, clone ten of me
Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me
Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies
Now that's new definition to "your own worst enemy"
Ock listen man, stop snitching man
You use s** to sell, your Nextel to Sprint
Everything you represent is immoral
Cingular, not plural
You and your Sidekick get rid of that whack Trio
I freeze MC's zero degrees below
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
You need to get loose, to the heat I produce
From Long Beach to Boston
Your chicks text us like Dallas and Austin
I spark tireless illumination
Fire sixteen bars, wireless communication
Let's go!
[Hook]