Mos Def - Oh No lyrics

Yeah, one for the treble Two for the ba** Welcome to the great incredible paper chase Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace Oh no n***as 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 Say my name, say my name Observe how I stake my claim I independently laid down and played my game My own two raise my flame 'Cause dick ridin' ain't my thing 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 their whole grill is crooked Mad cause I'm getting caked out from my bookings When ya'll 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 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 that jealous gays is too short to see it But when their 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 evening You keep on scheming, making me some more reasons 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 bothering ya'll Pay attention, watch fly gon' get larger than ya'll 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 n***as are the sons of New York Getting spanked when there's too much trouble to talk Respect mine 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 (they know) Step away from the mic they too cold The funk might fracture your nose Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages Through stages and wackness, foul rats is blazin' And it amazes me how you claim thug, But go two ways without Skytell pagers I'm intellectual, pa** 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 irrel' Halleluja, Pharoahe marching through ya Maintain the same frame of mind school ya Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures I'ma quit the 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 dose is just leaving you mentally unfocused here Emcee's just come on 'round You're the next contestants on "catch a beat down" Don't be hesitant sound cracks to sediment It's evident we're medicine for your whole town Sky's the limit, game's definite when I'm in it All window's 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 slows blows shows like afros We hate ya'll though That's why Nate Dogg goes Oh no n***as 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 Oh no n***as 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 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 (they know) Step away from the mic they too cold The funk might fracture your nose