[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)”