[Intro: Phonte]
My man Stat Quo with me, this how it's going down, yo

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Ayo, they thought that I would lose it, thought that I would do wrong
My third time around, they say, "He should find a new charm"
But Tay's unaffected, he chillin', sippin' Oolong Tea
Doin' me, been too strong for too long
On that Mary J. ish, they sayin' he should move on
Can't cut the mustard, can't slice the Poupon
Uh, cut it out, like a coupon
Tay is the truth, I'm livin' proof, like the Group Home
Ain't another team gettin' live enough, arms ain't wide enough
To make the party people jump off the wall
My rhymes for real dudes, 'cause that's who feel dudes
My words heal dudes like it's altar call
And it's time for me to slay these fakes
They could try to remove, but they could never replace
Start tithin', dawg, hit that collection plate
I'm Reverend Tiggallo Dollar, Bishop Tay D. Jakes, let's go

[Verse 2: Stat Quo]
Listen, so many waited on the day of Stat
[?] release what he might say
And how many tracks he got from Em? How many tracks with Dre?
I got rap in my blood, I'm type A
Same people, stand by your side'll stand in your way
Of achievin' your goal and leavin' your soul, keep faith
I took my time to make something incredible, though
Many people from my state try to deny my place
As bein' one of the sickest on this face of the earth
Whatever the case, you starin' at the gates, so welcome
It was fate, I'm destined to be one of the greats
Every label that passed on me done made a mistake
I'm the answer to your prayers, the amazin' grace
Any comparison is embarrassin', go on and hate
I'm in your face, the game's at a standstill
Like a broke treadmill, [?]
[Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall]
Yo
I [?] and I don't rhyme slow
But tell the women that Kardinal good to go
Buss up your TiVo any time you rewind me
Run my country, that's why Akon signed me
You [?] Kanye or Curtis
And all of them marksmen still can't hurt this
I'ma merk this, MCs flows are worthless
Come see me in the dark, that's where the work is
Yeah, all the shuckin' and jivin' is over
I'm the chosen soldier, cold shoulder
Your home boys told ya, flip your flows
I fold, you can fertilize with the BS they sold ya
I need paper for the style that I loaned ya
Everybody talkin' 'bout they gettin' busy, why don't ya?
Weak players in the game steady gettin' over
One of a kind, and Kardi ain't gettin' older