[Verse 1: Phantasm]

I stay taking

Flicks with chicks, spending G’s on wears and kicks

While these hip-hop ticks stay on my dick

Emcees is all air like bags from Bon-Ton

And stay souped-up just like wonton. All I got

Is hard times, the illest rhymes, a couple of dimes

And the rusty nines that ain’t even mines

Thousand-dollar links on, gotta get

My drink on, but ain’t never put a mink on

I still get nice and shoot dice, still eat

Pork fried rice, still shoot threes like Mark Price

Second time around (‘Round), still getting down for

My crown (Crown), I’m giving you that hip hop sound

[Verse 2: U.G.]

Yo, my rugged

Raps dip on tracks like Japs with straw hats

In Saigon through trees, UG the icon

Squeeze like pythons—you don’t know who you facing

The gat I bust’ll split your ass up like segregation

While Federation comes together like United Nations

To bring obliteration. 151 is what I’m tasting

No hesitation when I come through. My voice

Shakes cassette tapes when I scream like Clue!

U.G. keep niggas guessing

Break bones like Tekken while niggas fake moves like wrestling

No question, I bring it every time, baby

Don’t try to play me. I Roc-A-Fella like Jay-Z

[Hook: Samples] (x4)

“Maintain. Few remain the game” - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - “It’s Like That (My Big Brother)”

“So I remain focused, hip hop’s the main aim” - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - “It’s Like That (My Big Brother)”

[Verse 3: Phantasm]

Never did a soundtrack, but my sounds is phat. You think

That’s gon’ hold me back from getting mines in rap?

Y’all niggas step to the rear ‘cause The Dwellas is here

Disappeared for a year, now the smoke is clear

Debut 23 on the charts of Billboard

Even headliners got floored when we toured because

All my releases are lyrical masterpieces

Do the knowledge, baby, science that, check my thesis

I can’t stand the rain or the pain (Pain) to see these wack

Niggas gain (Gain). Ayyo, I’m tryna maintain (‘tain)

I don’t even rhyme no more, I explain (‘plain)

The rules of the game, simple and plain (Plain). This rap

Industry (‘stry) ain’t shit to me (me), the Million

Dollar Man just need currency (‘cy) so I can

Get this estate and live great (What?), finally

A home of my own as the king of my throne

[Verse 4: U.G.]

UG will

Roast ya, focus like Minolta, hold gats

Like a holster that’ll rip through shirts like the Hulkster

Dance on tracks like John Travolta, Saturday Night

Fever, put niggas to sleep like ether

Using the sleeper hold, my flow be ill

Rick Rude rides beats like bass with gills—check it

I wanna sell like Hootie & the Blowfish. My goatee

Got shorties saying that I look like Will Smith with cuter lips

Hah! My clip slips slugs to the toaster

Hits your leg and have you limping like Keyser Soze

Chicks, honey-dips, whips with plush upholster

Re-oppose me, you get crushed

I cut flows like tight handcuffs—nigga, what?!?

[Hook: Samples] (x4)

“Maintain. Few remain the game” - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - “It’s Like That (My Big Brother)”

“So I remain focused, hip hop’s the main aim” - Sample from K-Solo on Redman ft. K-Solo - “It’s Like That (My Big Brother)”