[Intro: Pharoahe Monch] One for the money Two for the show Three to get it crackin' [?] [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]