[Verse: J Dilla]
No jokes, no games, no gimmicks
Jaylib – no P, but no limit
It's so hot, the N-O-dot, O-N-E
Fo'sho, dawg, off the top, we don't sleep
It's all work, no play
Get mo' money and mo' problems; no doubt, but no cake
Is no good, just like these rappers –
No hood in 'em, knowing they some actors
The takeover, rap game makeover
It's next year now – yesterday's over
Time for new shit, "What can you do?" shit
Nothing; stick it up your you-know-what
And there's no fake suckas around, by no means
There's no half steppin’ here, you know we
Some nomads, 'cross the globe, you local
We loco, with Flo-Jo, you so-so
You know what's up – like Oates, no can do
Can't go for that clone shit, I demand you
Rap cats with no skills, know this:
Jaylib, we ain't taking–no prisoners
We gon' set shit off, like LoJack
All night like NoDoz, dough stacked
'Cause no way – if no dough, it's no deal
J Dill' and Madlib – mo' real
And now you know
But knowing is only half the battle
Until y'all n***as get it together –
Just turn up the bass and let your trunk rattle!