One for the money, two for the show

Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go My rhymes pop like them nines

That clammy tote, but they rap lackluster shine

My *** busts like Busta Rhymes

Sniffin' lines of coke, that's all she wrote On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes

Quirk ass MC's be as queer as folk

Talkin' about, Nigga can rap, no ***, 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 ***

Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime ***

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 Get up, how we rock

Show them how we roll, yeah, 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 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 havin' verbal epiphanies

Now that's new definition to 'Your Own Worst Enemy' I glisten man, stop snitchin' man

You use *** to sell, bring your Nextel to Sprint

Everythin' you represent is immoral

Singular, 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 of 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 Get up, how we rock

Show them how we roll, yeah, 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 Show them how we rock

Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah

Show them how we rock

Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah Pharoahe Monch blows shows

M O N C H, M O N C H

Yall know the name, lets go

Hallelujah, Pharoahe marchin' to ya

The M O N C H, y'all know the name Let's go, line it 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