[Intro: Oh No]
So whatchu gonna do?
When the 805 crew come lookin for you
Big up to The Professionals
[?], Hit-Man
Big up to Madlib, the bad kid
Dr. No, crush it

[Verse 1: Oh No & Madlib]
Look, look
Uh, shit, I could squeeze blood out the dryer stone
Buzzed out of space that the astronaut pilots flown
Above the clouds and when I'm down I'm on an iron throne
When n***as act wild they get thrown into a lion tomb
Welcome to the riot zone
Where all eyes is on I alone with Madlib
Burn the track like Firestone to Pirellis
We prevail, the stack a little fetti
The acts are petty, got 'em jelly
Get Makaveli down, like a deli I got bread bakin'
I could roast beef and pigs, to me that's a damn bacon
Shit is landbreakin'
See, I can see y'all shook the way y'all hand shakin'
'Cause we roll sharp as machetes, what you make is Madlib
You see how many emcees I run through
If I want to I haunt you
I haunt you if I want to
If I want to I walk up and give a n***a that one-two
When I come through it's Sun Tzu
It's Sun Tzu when I come through
The one who is quick to have an attitude like fuck you
For the bucktooth
We kept it professional, give it up, fool
And then you're through
And then you're through
[?] and then you're through
[Outro]
And make all them punk-ass coworkers of yours catch those vapers as you be off and about. You going? We fly you there. You been? We done already flew up in there

You see that n***a ridin'? Y'all n***as funny 'round here. Y'all n***as ain't gettin' no money. I've been getting this shit since I was motherfuckin' in junior high school, n***a, I feel like I was a star for life. Y'all n***as selling coke and getting bad ends, sellin' dubs and dimes and shit. N***a, don't sell tens. N***a, sell thousands, sell motherfuckin' bricks, n***a. Stop doing the smalltime, n***a. Do it big, you ever heard that saying?