[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]

Ah Pharoahe Monch yeah

I said; yes yes y'all to the beat y'all

We tryin' to teach the young and get the loot

And steer it like havin' a ball

Hey hey hey

We try to walk a little bit like this I say

I hate rap promoters I start to motor

Talk from Southside to North Minnesota

Dre gramm of yea with a small cup of soda

Never get the women with the underarm odour

Sky town Motorola holder who rocks bolder than all

To fall when they try to call me the cold shoulder

Try to tell these younger kids to come a little older

The more is about to happen and we need our little soldiers



[Verse 2: Ras Kass]

I riggedy rock, I riggedy wreck shot

Nah hahaha I'm fuckin' with y'all

I fall through parallel universes with a gun

And murder myself the games strength like Jet Li in The One

Get bean you slum-slumming

Sippin' a little some-something

Pop and Big Pun it's nothing to front, get the dappin'

Something up in here y'all gon' make me lose my mind

Use my nine, and do my time

I do my grime, and spit rhymes freaky, hear it out

For new hoes and constant rappers the shiekiest

Be beneath me, no rapper could defeat me

Like puttin' your face in faeces, I talk shit

Who I be? Real nigga with the fake I.D



O.G., B.G., L.A., N.Y.C



The matrix is radio and T.V



[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch (