Let's Go

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 shit busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of coke, "Woo Hah!"

That's all she wrote

On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes

Quirk ass M-C's be as Queer as Folk

Talkin' about, "Nigga can rap"

No shit 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 shit

Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime shit

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

Don't know how we roll, 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 step cells, clone ten of me

Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me

Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies

Now that's new definition to "your own worst enemy"

I glisten man, stop snitching man

You use sex to sell, your Nextel to Sprint

Everything you represent is immoral

Cingular, not plural

You and your Sidekick get rid of that whack Trio

I freeze M-C'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!