Yeah, one for the treble, two for the bass Welcome to the great, incredible paper chase Keep your boots laced if you wanna keep pace Oh no, niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been seven days, the same clothes Ask them originals, cause they know Ball step, neck dog, they roll Step away from the mic, they too cold But won't mic frack to your nose Say my name, say my name Sorry for I staked my claim I independently laid down and played my game My own tool raised my flame Cause Dick Rod made my thing 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 kicked out for my bookings When y'all was asking permission, I just stepped up and took it What, the kids 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 at Just a warning, as usual some cats won't heed it The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it A shame the jealous gaze is too short to see it But when they face it, the semen, they not in agreement We can play nice and decent, but dirty like the 7-1 precinct Call it a day, you'll make it a long evening You keep on scheming, then give me some more reason To have them women in your momma's church screaming Lord Jesus, harder than y'all cause I'm smarter than y'all I know the deep down has got to be bothering y'all Pay attention, watch Flocko get larger than y'all Pour your pride on the rocks, niggas, swallow it all The mathematic problem for y'all is just getting harder to solve Every day that the saga evolves, the do or die Stay rumbling and bubbling hard And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all East Coast's on your neck and you ain't struggling at all Try to bullyfoot and end up stumbling off I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York Getting spanked when it's too much trouble to talk Respect y'all 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 The queens salute, if they know Step away from the mic, they too cold But all my friends, she ok Very contagious rap, should be trapped in cages Through stages of wackness, fouls, raps are blazing And it amazes me how you claim thugs would go two ways Without Skytel pages, I'm an intellectual Pass more essays than motorcade police parades Through East LA, more beef than delis Thus what I vent is just, but you lust to vent is evil Hallelujah, Pharaoh mantra to ya Maintain the same frame of mind, screw ya Get the picture, sit your seat ya Greet ya with scripture, I'm equipped to rip your reach ya Pharaoh emosis, verbal osmosis Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis You're dosed, just leaving your mentally unfocused there MC's just come on round You're the next contestant, so catch your beat now 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 are tinted, seein' me when I'm in it Rap, we got it on lock, man, stop that Put that mic back down, boy, drop that Pharaoh's flows blow shows like afros We hate y'all though, that's my Nate Doggo Oh no, niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been seven days, the same clothes Ask them originals, cause they know All step, Nate Doggo, Pharaoh Step away from the mic, they too cold Won't mic cracks to your nose Oh no, niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been seven days, the same clothes Ask them originals, cause they know All step, Nate Doggo, Pharaoh Step away from the mic, they too cold Won't mic cracks to your nose Oh no, look at who they let get the back door From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know We rock from the east to west coast Queens to Lukey Bay, yo Step away from the mic, they too cold Won't mic cracks to your nose