Lyrics:

Mos Def] Yeah.. One for the treble, two for the bass Welcome to the great incredible paper chase Keep your boots laced if you want to keep pace Oh No Niggas 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 [Mos Def] Say my name, say my name Observe how I stake my claim, I independently lay it down and played my game, my own two raise my flame Cause dick ridin ain't my thang 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 they whole grill is crooked Mad cause I'm gettin caked out from my bookings When y'all 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 bubblin then get money now Cause in a minute, there's gonna be some real trouble comin out Just a warnin, as usual some cats wont heed it The hard headed always gotta feel it to believe it It's a shame that jealous gaze is too short to see it But when they 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 evenin You keep on schemin, man give me some more reason to have the women in your mama's church screamin