[Intro: Pharoahe Monch]

One for the money, two for the show

Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]

My rhymes pop like them nines, they claim they tote

But they rap lackluster shine

My shits busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of coke

(Woo-ha!) Ha, that's all she wrote

On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes

Quirk-ass MCs be as queer as folk

Talkin' about, "Nigga can rap!" No shit, Sherlock

Y'all MCs can't see me like Matt Murdock

I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid

And any line of mine is criminal minded

And I blind her with original rhyme shit

Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime shit

Clinically approved for you to move your behind with

Timeless, all world girls wiggle their spine to 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, uh

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Mela Machinko]

Yeah, how we rock, show them how we roll

Yeah, yeah, 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 (Okay), let's go

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

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 having verbal epiphanies

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

Ock listen, man, stop snitching, man

You use sex to sell, your Nextel to Sprint

Everything you represent is immoral, singular, not plural

You and your sidekick get rid of that whack trio

I freeze MCs zero degrees below

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

You need to get loose to the heat I 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

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Mela Machinko]

Yeah, how we rock, show them how we roll

Yeah, yeah, 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

[Post-Chorus: Mela Machinko]

Show them how we rock, show them how we roll

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Show them how we rock, show them how we roll

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Pharoahe Monch (scratched)]

Pharoahe's flows blows shows

The M-O-N-C-H, M-O-N-C-H

Y'all know the name (Let's go)

Hallelujah! Pharoahe Monch will do ya

The M-O-N-C-H, y'all know the name (Let's go)

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

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

[Skit 1: *radio surfing* (Three Sweet & Bling)]

Okay, okay, okay

It's ya girl Three Sweet in the morning

We about to really get into it right now (Bling, Bling)

So Bling, tell me

What's really good?

What's up with the harshness diss record? You wanna retaliate?

Yo, fuck you niggas, straight up and down

You niggas never had no weight in the street

You know what I mean? Yo, what the fuck you know anyway?

Yo, yo, yo, chill, chill with the cursing, yo, fall back with the cursing

I had New York on my back for years, you know what I mean?

I don't really give a fuck anyway

I'ma have to turn your mic–

[Skit 2: *radio surfing*]

Now, I want to mend

Now, I want to mend

Now to–

[Skit 3: *radio surfing*]

You sit on your hand 'til your hand turn numb

Then you jerk your penis 'til you start to muc

All alone in the crib, you know what I did?

I gave myself a finger 'til I let off some kids

Yo, those are, those are a stranger

Have you had a stranger?

Have you–

[Skit 4: *radio surfing* (Pharoahe Monch)]

We savin' the environment, you know what I'm sayin'?

We can save the trees, save the trees, save the tree–