[Intro: Posdnuos]
One, two, one, two
Ayo, why we gotta say "one, two, one two"
Right before a rhyme, like right before we jump in?
Psst, anyway
Ayo, here's a little somethin' that must be told
About three MC's with so much soul and clout
We here to turn it out
But first hit 'em with the

[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
Ayo, undress your dollar and sleepin' with the scholars
In bed with good and bad biz for the quali-
Fication to have gems played on the FM
Sleeping on us is not possible, the metham-
Phetamine flow keep them narcolepts all on go
Green light and no smokin' up that green hype
Keep all your thoughts on haze, the backbones for the sound
Well, I don't sound back in the days
The Soul's never outdated
Or overexposed or classified as underrated
Though loved by the popular, worthy of the corn
And when the word drops, the whole block will warn ya
Told Mac Mill, you 'bout to mack millions
Millions of tweeters follow ya
A million skeezers wanna swallow you whole
Just watch the game and make sure it doesn't swallow your soul
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Raekwon]
Got some soul like De La do
They say I'm new, it's nothin' but some déjà vu
Everywhere you go, these people hate on you
It's déjà vu, déjà vu (One time for the grind)
A little soul like De La do (Yeah)
They say I'm new, nothin' but some déjà vu (Mac Miller, what up? That's my n***a right there, what up?)
Everywhere I go, these people hate on you
Déjà vu, déjà vu

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I love snowboardin', gettin' my dick washed, writin' graffiti
Out in Whistler with a goose on a beanie
I'm mack iller, me and Mac Miller, we mack for realla
Don't make me go back and jab your gorilla
Smoke mad kush, always in fresh pairs
Favorite kickin' dunks and fresh airs
Coolin' under the trees with trees
You know the kid 4-5-6, dice rollers, put your bitch on her knees
I'm stuck makin', paper, yo, fuck what you want, homie
The streets is hard luck, we rollin' with sharks only
Wu-Tang, the gang, the clique
Fuckin' with my favorite white boy, you'll have your head hit a brick
Ayo, it's Pittsburgh Shaolin, we keepin' it realer (Realer)
Just do the knowledge, I'm a Pittsburgh Steeler
The hydrogen and oxygen crew
Body count never read, hear what I said and let it do what it do
[Chorus: Mac Miller]
Got some soul like De La do
They say I'm new, it's nothin' but some déjà vu
Everywhere you go, these people hate on you
It's déjà vu, déjà vu
A little soul like De La do
They say I'm new, nothin' but some déjà vu
Everywhere I go, these people hate on you
Déjà vu, déjà vu

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
Uh, me, Pos and Rae and Monopoly
Hit the lottery, buyin' clothes, losin' closet space
Wu-Tang, De La and Most Dope
So cold, know I'm 'bout to blow, my flow's coke
Deliver the rappin' signs of bringin' it back to the golden age
So amazed how I go in focused, I can flow for days
Overcame a load of pain, smokin' on that Novocaine
Love and hate tend to fluctuate like it's Oprah's weight
Motivated off of loads of hatred, yeah, they mad at me
Game, set, match, motherfucker, Mac Agassi
You ain't in my tax bracket, homie, do work
Rappin' as bad as Zack Galifianakis, needs two ferns
But all I need is some marley lean and the tallest trees
Let my dick show like I'm rockin' Tally's jeans
That's somethin' for the homies, you won't follow me
Plus I'm on that Wu-Tang, rockin' these Wallabees
I bomb atomically but you already heard that
Wanna be like Killa in a mink coat and fur hat
Pure rap with a new way to be real
Word to Cypress Hill, new rappers don't need deals
Fuck a gun bullet spray, my speech kill
Plus my money tall, just to reach it you need stilts
I was a youngin' comin' through on a three-wheel
Now, I'm a motherfuckin' drug, here's a free pill
Go ahead, try it out, have you cryin' loud
X-factor, I'm Simon Cowell, you Private Pyle
So kill yourself, boy, you Vincent D'Onofrio
Full metal jacket, bitch, lock and load