(Verse 1: .dB)
Uh, you take some Big and some Pac, take some hip hop and rock, add some Wu-Tang, some Run-D.M.C., and this what you got, the realest rappers you ever heard if you like it or not, you can ask us to leave, but you will beg us to stop not now, not ever, we just keep gettin' better, lyrics sound so impeccable, punchlines soundin' so clever, me, I just feel so incredible, we up on a pedestal, so pay close attention 'cause we might end up ahead o' you, 'cause Nash is chillin', Chris is chillin', once this album drop, we top billin', yes, you are now rockin' with the best, here's a bit of advice, don't mess with the EQs

(Chorus 1: Panash & Christopher Michael Jensen)
Panash: Now I ain't get up in the game for the money and the fame, but when I get on stage, bet they all know my name
Panash & Chris: Go D, go D, go D, go D
Panash: All I ever wanna do is rock a mic ol' school, fat chain, five finger ring, and my Pro Tools
Panash & Chris: Go D, go D, go D, go D
Panash: Go

(Verse 2: Panash)
Explosive, no coast ish, Panash, live from the land of the landlocked, bound to be in the green just like a hamhock, and lightning never strikes the same spot, no damn shock, and here I go again (yuh), spittin' that penicillin, triple hometown hero, evictin' any villain, y'all out here trippin' and I ain't seein' permission slips, apple for the teacher, I'm givin' knowledge to all the chirren, Cool J's Kangol, off the chain as Django, five finger ring and Rakim's gold chain, glow, flashy grandmaster, cool as Moe Dee, and I walk wit' a limp, call me Big Daddy Kane, yo, the crowd goes nuts when I'm rhymin' my ideas, build a verse from the ground up, I'm somethin' like IKEA, your whole style's ass, matter fact, it's gonorrhea, Minnesota poppin', now your girl wanna swallow the liter, ahh

(Chorus 2: Panash, .dB, and Christopher Michael Jensen)
Panash: Now I ain't get up in the game for the money and the fame, but when I get on stage, bet they all know my name
.dB & Chris: Go Nash, go Nash, go Nash, go Nash
Panash: All I ever wanna do is rock a mic ol' school, fat chain, five finger ring, and my Pro Tools
.dB & Chris: Go Nash, go Nash, go Nash, go Nash

(Verse 3: Christopher Michael Jensen)
Real old school, I ain't no fool, I'm in a class of my own like I was home schooled, spit it over them Pro Tools, you just an amateur gettin' drilled, I nail a beat down and hammer it 'til it's killed, all you bullshit rappers know I gotta riff on you, like I worked at the Gizmonic Institute, but I'll reverse the roles and you'll get blasted into space, and if you crack wise, man, I'll smack you in the face, 2000 is when I started to rhyme, but I'll take it back to the 80's like I'm Marty McFly, you better check yourself at the door like gettin' carded outside, 'cause your raps are cornier than part of my eye, musical bombast, bringin' that raw rap, phatter than Lori Beth Denberg, you know I'm all that, you're beyond wack, ya better crawl back, 'cause if you talk smack, I'm ready for combat like Liu Kang, you better know this dude's name, Christopher spits hotter than blue flames in butane, that's how I ignite the crowd, my windpipe is loud every time I rhyme, grip mics, and shout

(Chorus 3: Panash & .dB)
Panash: Now I ain't get up in the game for the money and the fame, but when I get on stage, bet they all know my name
Panash & .dB: Go Chris, go Chris, go Chris, go Chris
Panash: All I ever wanna do is rock a mic ol' school, fat chain, five finger ring, and my Pro Tools
Panash & .dB: Go Chris, go Chris, go Chris, go Chris