Yasiin Bey — Oh No

[Intro: Mos Def] 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 [Hook 1: Nate Dogg] Oh No! Niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been 7 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 [Verse 1: Mos Def] Say my name, say my name Observe how I stake my claim I independently laid down and paved my game My own two raise my flame, 'cause dickridin' 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 kids 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 won't heed it The hard-headed always gotta feel it to believe it It's a shame they 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, gimme some more reason To have the women in your mama's church screamin' "Lord Jesus!" Harder than y'all 'cause I'm smarter than y'all I know that deep down, it's gotta be botherin' y'all Pay attention, watch Flaco get larger than y'all Pour your pride on the rocks, and 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 rumblin' and bumblin' hard And when we move, we ain't got no discussion at all East Coast's on your neck and you ain't shruggin' it off Try to bullyfoot and end up stumblin' off I'm Daddy Brooklyn, y'all niggas are the sons of New York Gettin' spanked when there's too much trouble to talk Respect mine [Hook 2: Nate Dogg] Oh No! Look at who they let in the back do' From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know We rock from the East to West Coast Queens, salute to Pharoahe Step away from the mic, they too cold The funk might fracture your nose [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin' And it amazes, me how you claim thug But go two-ways without Skytel pagers I'm intellectual, pass more essays/esés Than motorcade police parades through East L.A More beef then deli's Thus, what I vent is just... (Uh!) What you lust to vent, it's irrele' Huh, hallelujah! Pharoahe Monch'll do ya! Maintain the same frame of mind — screw ya! Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, greet ya with scriptures I'm equipped to 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 dosage is leavin' you mentally unfocused here MC's — just come on 'round! You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"! 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 is tinted How you seein' 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 flows blows shows like Afros We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg go [Hook: Nate Dogg] Oh No! Niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been 7 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! Niggas ain't scared to hustle It's been 7 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 do' From Long Beach to Brooklyn, they know We rock from the East to West coast Queens, salute to Pharoahe Step away from the mic, they too cold The funk might fracture your nose