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My mom is in the bedroom, cryin' again
Sister's on the street corner, lyin' again
Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin' again
I'm tryin' again to make moves, I'll be damned if we go hungry
Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me
This song you see is like an ode to God
That he blessed my last breath to be Allah U Akbar
And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred
Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes
Time for war I'm tryin' to score like Bernard King
My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government
I told you I'd hurt the music
Travellin' back, bustin' shots at before Christ was persecuted
(Blank)
Mathematically we live at right angles fuck the star spangled
The makers of fallen angels, danglin' from moon crescents
I persevere, breathe the air, inhale the effervescence of life
This street game is stiflin', I'm triflin' upholdin' a rifle
Peerin' from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves
What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail
Scale the walls of hell, trail of a octopus
I seen it all through the eyes of a needle
Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people
Niggaz'll never learn we just concern about
(Shit)
Who's fuckin' who? When time is of significance
Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel
Incarcerated scar faces in all places, crack sales rise, failed lives
Cops and robber car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless
Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases
Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses
Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons
for why they thumpin', hi, I'm the most endangered species
By all means, survival is what I teach these
First time offenders catchin' seven to fifteen
Now, my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen
Bust your shit like Mitch Greene I switch scenes
(Snitch)
Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in Queens
What? Stray bullets continue shatterin' dreams, batterin' spleens
I'm gatherin' schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend
Take food from a table and get drunk to your death
Now, feel it in your heart from the love in my breath
I seen it all through the eyes of a needle
Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people
Niggaz'll never learn we just concern about
(Shit)
Who's fuckin' who? When time is of significance
Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
[Pharoahe Monch]
GET THE FUCK UP!
Simon says ";GET THE FUCK UP!";
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
Queens is in the back sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst of the calm, the witty
[Lady Luck]
Yo SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Luck said ";SHUT THE FUCK UP!";
Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game
I suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards
Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
[Pharoahe Monch]
WHAT THE FUCK'S goin on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, ? cinematography state of mind
My rap trip, rip, clip, say the rhyme
Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches venacular
Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
OWWW! Fellas pull ya cock out
On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out
Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers
Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper
The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave
Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for Tupac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame
Pharoahe fuckin Monch, ain't a damn thing changed
[Redman]
Yo yo get the fuck up
Funk Doctor Spot said ";Get the fuck up";
I got a bitch named Nina and I tuck her
I leave a nigga hangin like ya mom's muffler
Snuff her, then my boys follow up
Respect like the Fonze, you see the collar up
I spit out a bullet, load the barrel up
I kamikaze ya town off a Arab bus
Karat cut, yeah mami pull over
I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
Doc turnin dark off a warning shot
Drive off and pop, six in ya hood
[Monch] Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods
Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme you fold over
I'm hot-headed cuz I walk wit cold shoulders
Yeah GET THE FUCK UP!
[Pharoahe Monch]
Simon Says ";GET THE FUCK UP!";
Throw ya hands in the sky (buck buck buck buck buck!)
[Redman]
Jersey in the back jackin cars now wassup!
Girls, rub on ya titties
(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties
Brick City gritty committee
Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty
[Method Man]
Yo yo get the fuck up
Yo yeah I said it, get the fuck up
Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up
Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up
Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin in the sky tryin to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be flashin
Here's a Tunnel banger
Wu-Tang death penalty, the gas chamber
This gon' hurt me more than it hurts you
Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught in the game of tag
Momma never kept a boyfriend wit kids this bad
No justice, RAIDER RUCKUS!
Underground till we under ground
But y'all first MOTHAFUCKERS!
[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
My thugs, throw up ya set
And shorties rub on ya breasts
GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm tits
You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide to invest
You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D
And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me
Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete
Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique
I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat
Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam
So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link
Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link
You froze up, Sahdeeq says ";Shut the fuck up!";
Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up
[Busta Rhymes]
Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Dugan
Been thuggin, lovin the way we flood jewels for nothin
Lay it over, another ambush we take over
Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over
You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night
Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site
Yo if you ever violate my space
Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you wit a fuckin fat face
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches comin out and you know who's showin it
Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets
Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends
Live on about ? ? on a bunch of seamless ends
Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho
The head honcho, gettin this money like Leonardo (do do do)
Enough substance in the roughness
Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance
Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend
Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem
Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America
Let us control and own the fuckin area
Wildin in your whip until your crash the whole truck up
And if you know what's good for you nigga you better GET THE FUCK UP!!!
Hehehe
Pharoahe's Official like starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
[Unverified] behind the back like makin' 'em all fiend
From my intricate ways to shake ya whole team
Official, starter hit harder than Fort Green
No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Permitted behind the back like makin' 'em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team
My style, make the whole crowd Se-au
Like number 55 on the chargers
I promise thee I dodge a nigga like Raul Mondesi
Somberly stay calm, fighting means like Natrone
The bomb, like Hail Mary's inflated wit napalm
Rap please us, deliver scriptures similar to Jesus
That you couldn't catch if you was Ivan Rodriguez
So don't compete within the zone where the [unverified] is
I'm on the phone in the luxury box like George Steinbrenner
The owner, makin' you give your diamond-back like Arizona
Winnin' always Indian like Chief Nakahoma
Sock a nigga in his face, Pharoahe's the sporting authority
Blacks attracted to my rap like [unverified]
You already fucked up when you stepped up to bat
Strike, strike, strike, that's that
(One two, three)
Pharoahe's Official like starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
[Unverified] behind the back like makin' 'em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team
Official like starter, hit harder than Fort Green
No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Permitted behind the back like makin' 'em all fiend
For my intricate ways to shake ya whole team
Yo, the realness stuck, females blauch my knob like Chuck
Dispense to standing in count commence to rebound like Buck Williams
Triple Crown threat to score, plus the bonus strange
Without the Rover, more range than Rey Ordonez
One of the MC's flip my kind of grammar on the break
Three on one like Phi Slamma Jamma
Serve a slot, a curve-splitter-knuckleball-spitter-change
Every rhyme hid a bitter note, quote, "Get a game"
Not Allen Iverson, forget crossin' over shake men
Similar to Troy, I bring the pain destined to Aik-man
Break men off, take men out, make me wanna slander
Prime time, my rhyme defense beyond Deion Sanders
I walk the earth with my Rod in this Strick-land
Promise, people thought I was Thomas Hearns the way I hit man
Pharoahe's Official like starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
[Unverified] behind the back like makin' 'em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team
Official like starter, hit harder than Fort Green
No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Permitted behind the back like makin' 'em all fiend
For my intricate ways to shake ya whole team
(Official)
Yeah yeah, come on come on
It's Lee Stone, Pharoahe Monch for real
Wit the Official hip hop to kill
Know what's the deal, come on check it
Yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe's Official like starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Then hid it behind the back like makin' 'em all fiend
For my intricate way ta-ta-ta-ta, yo, yo
Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
The minute behind the back like makin' em all fiend
For my intircate way ta-ta-ta-ta
Yo, I stick around like hockey, now what the puck
Cooler than fuck, maneuver like Vancouver Canucks
In ya speaker, destroy your woofer, mids and tweeters
Not Wolverine but still I hold claws like Shameeka
Water Boys get slaughtered automatic like Bobby Boucher
Push ya wig back like Marv Albert's toupe
Blaze a trail like Portland on a track that'll amaze ya
Omnipotent on the D like Clyde Frazier
Slide, phase ya, glide get off the uhh
Hear me though
They'll bury me with my SP-1200
For sho
Fuck the trinity inseminate the earth now, take its virginity
In my vicinity rap is like energy pack
Sending me back behind enemy line to rap too melodic
Melodies never melodramatic but hipmatic like Jell-O fo fellow fanatics
I fiend for, who fuck wits, inappropriate
Fill 'em with so much lead I'll call, Berger and Associates
This rhyme will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy
The epitome of lyrical epiphanies
Skillfully placed home we carefully plan symphonies
Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity
To fuck wit the likes of I and my tenacity?
This is what you get when you fuck
With the likes of the magnanimous flows
Of total assholes and ignoramuses
M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages
The advantage is we banish artists labels and managers
Amateurs found six feet deep in metal canisters we
Show no mercy
For the love of this shit here niggaz are bloodthirsty
Try, load, lock, hammer, aim, cock
(Or)
Drop
(Changes a few times)
Show no mercy
For the love of this shit here niggaz are bloodthirsty
Try, load, lock, hammer, aim, cock
(Or)
Drop
(Changes a few times)
Lil' Fame bring it live yo, that's what I strive fo'
I'ma settle this before you get to call 5-0
You wanna see me 4-5 blow?
Nigga put the phone down fo I dump 2 times 4
What you wan' cry fo'? You know that my hammer is heavy
And it got kick like tae kwon do
Now you gwon die slow, I'ma show you how
To stretch a motherfucker if you wanna watch tae bo
Yo we down by law
And when I hold this pound down fo'
It's for me to put it down by war
Shit is like downhill, I'ma make a nigga
Smell the corpse from King's County Morgue to Brownsville
(Ohh)
Wrap your hood and wave the flag
For almighty Pharoahe, Fizzie Womak and Danze
(Guns up)
Guns down
(From sun up)
To sundown
Make ya sing till ya a la la la la la la la tdow
Show no mercy
For the love of this shit here niggaz are bloodthirsty
Try, load, lock, hammer, aim, cock
(Or)
Drop
(Changes a few times)
I'ma put you cowards in perspective
If you lookin for child's play don't look my way
They have never gave me any credit
So I developed a homicide fetish, deal wit it mothafucka
It's yo call
It's only seven ways a nigga usually fall I'm abusin em all
Now where the real comers please stand, get up against the wall
(Brr)
Yes, yes, y'all
Make it easy on yourself, Danze don't sleep
When I catch you on a creep
I'll lift the ground right from up under your feet
That's word to 'Lah
Be a man and prepare to die
It's the return of the hooded soldier, your man shoulda told ya
(Be cautious if it's walking sideways)
Intended to blaze
(First family)
And Pharoahe Monch, studyin criminal ways
Show no mercy
For the love of this shit here niggaz are bloodthirsty
Try, load, lock, hammer, aim, cock
(Or)
Drop
Follow for now, for no formidable fights
I've been formed to forget
For Pharaoh fucks familiar foes first
Befo' fondlin' female MC's fiercely
Focus upon the facts
That facts can be fabricated to form lies
My phonetics alone forces feeble
MC's into defense on the fly
Feel me, for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggaz in the back
Shootin' craps with the Axe-wheelers
Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, oow, the illest!
To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let's get it on
Think I'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on
The desk of any redneck record exec
I strike 'em wit' the right hand, send 'em a step
And this is
(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
This is Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutchin' they genitals by the dresser
A hundred CC's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right wing extremists
On a screen a man exposes his breasts with no penis
Martinez, probably
Just as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae
This is
(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
This is
(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
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(Hell!)
This is, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is, this is, this is
Yo, yo, I feel like I'm one of the livest
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers and I plan to graduate wit honors
But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit Alzheimer's
Lookin' at our label's roster wonderin' how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of albums
And made 'em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us
We givin' niggaz what the fuck they want
A holocaust, stompin' niggaz with a thousand man march
I ain't livin' in hell, hell's livin' in me
That's why, I'm always screamin' on you fuckin' MC's
The shit that I quote, float wit the buoyancy of a boat
With the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat
Overdose that's extremely fatal
Doctors in white lab coats scramble for an antidote to save you
You can't breathe, your chest feels painful
Your skin color's goin' from dark brown to beige-blue
Your whole room's full of angels
All in your ear tryin' to tell you which God you should pray to
You pray to Jesus, but He don't wanna save you
'Cuz you unfaithful, so He gives you to Azazel
You're paralyzed on the operatin' table
Prayin' for Cannibals to slice you from head to navel
You banned from TV, banned from CD's
[Pharoahe]
Fuck it I shagged her, without the use of dissolve Viagra
Had her comin like Niagara Falls when I bagged her
on the cellular my genitalia pitched the pelvis
Uh-huh, when her hips gyrate like Elvis
She tried to scurry hurry to finish very alone
Tell my doggs what's necessary bout how I bury the bone
She said (When you ready to blast, don't ask, say when)
Had her screamin like lightin a nuke when I was halfway in
In the past I used to send em back, give em the minimum
Now I leave em with venom on they chin when I'm bendin em
Y'all know the name - get it engraved, sex slave
Stadium style, from the back, ass doin the wave (HEY!)
Yellin to me is a felony
Hell'll be froze over when I celebrate celibacy, case closed
My Dick Rules Everything Around Me, D.R.E.A.M., get the ass
without spendin the cash now, look at em
Standin tall with the veins all in it
Nuts ripped up with the brain all in it
My man Mike to see more Dick than Dastardly and Van Dyke
together help me make it through the pain struggle and the bad weather
Yo, be on your way on your lesbian quest
I'm chillin at the rest with Five Fingers of Death (uh-huh)
and a whole lot of cash
'Specially if y'all sisters ain't up in the..
The ass! (4X)
Ladies..
The dick! (4X)
[Apani]
Uhh, what
Vaginas diamond studded, you know you love it
Rub dick the right way, don't be cumin quick like express trains
Make your Jones crazy
Swallow bones but no babies, to stick this gotta lick this
Tonight's entre is cherries bombay
and thai-thai's flavored cafe latte
Broke-ass bumba claat let's rock can't play with mines
Need not ? danglin, pinchin my spine (ow)
Hangin ten with the best of wenches, that never flinches
Bench your game, part four won't score
Gotta hit the backboard, like it raw backdoor
Wanta pause hardcore porn style, ba-bay
Who do it better? Say my name backwards and spell each letter
Be havin grams of spasm, leavin on a stretcher
and ? wet and incredible, suction
punk-ass you're wack pumpin, ready to rupture
Bustin wildly like N.Y.P.D.
So typically we, wasn't ready for the fantasy freak
Don't sleep, privately I peep with devices
Energizers keep me vibratin in a crisis
Representin my bitches, throwin clitorises
like ventriloquistes limp, penises don't kiss these pussy lipses
Please you play, clay with top grade shit
I seen bigger dicks in pre-K
Nahhhhhh!
The dick! (4X)
Niggaz
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it -- rub on your titties
New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name
Pharoahe-fuckin-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated
Phased from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all good
I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
Style's greater, let my lyrics annoint
If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Fuck it I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
(Yo, where you at?) Uptown let me see em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PM
Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,
the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether your ridin the train or in Lexus-es
This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
The Bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
I said, rub on your titties!
New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeru, get the fuck up!
Shaolin, get the fuck up!
Long Isle, get the fuck up!
Worldwide, get the fuck up!
Intro (Rap)
Introducing, the star of the show
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Represent one time time time
May I have your attention, please
What you are about to hear
is undoubtedly the most incredible MC of the year
Nononono no wait no please no wait no listen um
All that I wish to do is to display
a braaannd new rendition of style that I have
It'll only take a moment of your time - four minutes!
Then it will be beneficial when it is replenished
But then again, you might never return to the shit you're hearing on the
radio get burned
I have a dream, one day we will get to the promised land
Then the president will be me
The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli that's it
All whackness is now banned
Obtain access through retinal scans
Voice verification enhancement, the man who moves his hand
And will motion light detect you
For genetic confirmation, DNA verification
ACCESS PHAROAHE
CODENAME 13
RESIDENCE SOUTHSIDE, QUEENS
ARMED AND DANGEROUS
Smack the nigga in the mouth stabbed his mother in the eyeball
I brawl like Mike Tys - in his prime
My advice - you think twice before you grime
Cuz I'll wink once (one time) your bitch is mine
Cuz she's feeling the flow best believe I'm drilling the hole
Heads high kill em wit the low
Revealing, chillin, filling up position to be killing the show
Stoppin em on top feeling plus I'm grilling the dough
For a couple of million or so I'll be willing to blow
Pharoahe look up in the air and a million niggaz are feeling em on the low
Every syllable of mine is an umbilical cord through time
For the sick typical niggaz who choose to pick pitiful rhymes
Spit, shit it's more dimes to get
More higher levels of spirituality to reach
And I'm trying to win
REFUSE TO LOSE!! 4X
As we move forward towards the new millennium
We will no longer communicate with vocal inflections
It will be necessary to communicate through telekinesis
We will open your mind and concentrate harder
Focus, focus, focus, focus, hey brother, what it is?
Raps like Star Wars, only the stars die
It?s no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin? 'em
We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand an underground bomb cipritate
Get serious or die laughin? like John Ritter
Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good
Breathe easy, relax, Mac like Fleetwood
Keep snorin?, keep sleepin?, I'll keep tourin?
Come back, lay in the cut like Neosporin
Came out of the fallopian blastin'
Pharoahe hungrier than Ethiopians fastin'
Flies all in my teeth, stomach stickin' out
Niggas want dibs on the weed but ain't kickin' out
See this is not 'American Idol'
This is me tryin' to eat, human survival
Spit at your favorite rapper, take his title
Stick needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital
This is ain't that, I'm not them
These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him
This is more like cocaine all night
Shine like the new five halogen fog lights, no
More like sunshine and one line in your mind
To remind you of when you were nine
Before you were bustin' cherries
It wasn't necessary to grind them
Now we all on our grizzly
And you got the nerve to press frisbees, what it is?
What it is?
What it is?
What it is?
If I'm not home on the range, catch me at the range
Practicin? my aim, gat you in your brain, shame
They thought I was backpacks, slept
Didn?t know that he kept inside the knapsack
Today's niggas do skate by hits
Run in your crib on some 'Queer Eye for the Straight Guy' shit
But not homosexuals, they master in gunplay
Rearrange your furniture, fix your Feng Shui
They be swearin' it's cute
But a B up in the glove box, cutter in the boot
With the sex appeal and no ice either
To fight the bear arms, I'm not talkin' wifebeaters either
When they see me they say that's that nigga
My last name should be 'That's That Nigga'
Sounds kinda nice, Pharoahe that's that
Never catch me with them plastic cat fast niggas
With the flow that's so influential
Niggas fucked up, they get no instrumentals now
Next time you spittin' on mine
Bet your bottom dollar you be spittin' over rhymes, what it is?
What it is?
What it is?
What it is?
I now pronounce you husband and wife
You may kiss the bride
Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
God, why is my wife bleedin??
Sheet covers her face, paramedics are leavin?
Her eyes are closed, it's apparent she's not breathin?
I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seein?
Plus, there's a naked man on my lawn
Police in the livin? room with all of they guns drawn
Out and the last thing I remember is
Uh, last thing I remember is
I received a text page from Julio
Who expressed that I left my cell phone in the studio
Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools
Next to a six pack of O'Douls and some soul food
Yeah, and I was on my way home
Exit the expressway to use the payphone
But fuck it, 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip
I sneak [Incomprehensible] into the house
And she'll never expect it, except that
Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
Cops comin', shots fired, babies cry, I cry
Wishin' I could change but this is just my life
He put the gun in my hand
Told me go take my revenge
Killin? him won't make it go away
It's only gon? bring more pain
I tied his hands behind his back to the night stand, fast
Ropes made bruises on his light skinned ass
See, I can play games too
Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to
Now look, see what the game and the fame do?
Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew
Fuck man, we grew up together
Run DMC, tougher than leather
With the same outfits, forty deuce
Takin' flicks like what, shit
Why did you fuck my wife, man?
You should?ve took my life, man
I switched the gun into my right hand
The sweat accumulated on his forehead, I saw red, he said
Now was it worth it, man?
Was it everythin? you imagined? Was it perfect?
He put the gun in my hand
Told me go take my revenge
Killin? him won't make it go away
It's only gon' bring more pain
He put the gun in my hand and told
Told me to go take my revenge
Killin? him won't make it go away, no
It's only gon' bring more pain
Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife
To have, to hold, to love and cherish but
Death did us apart, what a coincidence
Now, perhaps the police will be convinced
That it was an accident
If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence
This motherfucker trespassin? up my residence
And to believe those vile set a precedence
From the start I should have been obvious, I never did
Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence
Was carried out with such masterful excellence
And this is the stick where you rip my heart
It was natural to transform murder into art
And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry
365 days to the date that we was married
Thoughts of how would achieve the murder would vary
We're closer than ever, together we'll be buried 'cause
Evil eyes that bide, how they go
You [Incomprehensible] lied to me, what did they see?
I just lost control, had to let you go
I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die
Buried alive in the grave, too exhausted to climb out
Before dirt was tossed on me, come to find out
Old friend of mine she sleepin? with committed the crime
In the past three years, switched identities six times
And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty
They plotted on my publishin? checks and royalties
She's thinkin? it?s true love, he's scammin? her for the quop
[Incomprehensible] to devise my own intuitive plot
Put the pros on him, launched the probe on him
Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him
Cornered him, now his mission is aborted
You are about to be professionally extorted
Guess who you're 'bout to murder tonight?
Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight
Do it and bounce, the keys to the crib, you'll find under the mat
In the front of the house, just do it, word out
Evil eyes that bide, how they go
You [Incomprehensible] lied to me, what did they see?
I just lost control, had to let you go
[Busta Rhymes]
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
We bout to introduce the next millennium rap now
Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (uh huh uh huh)
That'll bang your head shit (right right yea yea yea)
What you talkin' about yea
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch + Busta Rhymes]
[Pharoahe Monch]
The next millennium rap now everybody listen
Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
Watch out! Cause this is a new world transmission
Permission to shine now our time to glisten
[Pharoahe Monch and Busta Rhymes]
The next shit (x16)
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll hammer niggas' catamaran then,
Around yaks cop figures like not stranded
The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hit
Smash any splitter or fastball, that'll be it
Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously
Triggerin' a rigorous amount of energy
That'll be definitely needed defeat a foe who retreated
Back, see no need to repeated it
Permission to shine, stop this and rewind that
Back, listen and find Pharoahe Monch, the rhymes phat
You run up on him without a gun I run up on 'em
Excel 'em, sell 'em verbally never seen me comin'
[Chorus]
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard
Kill like the one syllable word
The criminal of the lyrical killin' you pitiful
Niggas, leavin' you in a critical, destroyin' ya mineral
Back when I was scramblin' in front of the deli
Live on a celly, which was in a street rippin' on shiny for really
Now every milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin'
Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin'
How niggas could try to act like they really them foul niggas
Fuckin' with now niggas, better bow niggas
For moderation niggas going to hibernation
While I legally chase the situation of hyper nation
Now that we credible I require a busy schedule
Collectin' federals being put on a pedestal
While we clean and we keep on your feedin', you know the meanin'
Start to holla and screamin' and teach you how to stop bleedin'
[Chorus]
[Pharoahe Monch]
10¦pack a stadium and let's begin
9¦new millennium rhymes by design now
8¦get it straight no time to hesitate
7¦universally bonded with all my present men
6¦rub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea
5¦stop holdin' the wall and get live
4¦yea yea yea 3 come on come on 4 3 2 1
Let go of all your fears, don't run and hide
Just open up, let me come inside
Earth is where heaven is once we get into it
It's no need to speak but just wanna do it
You feelin' depressed, give it to me
Stress, give it to me, give it to me
So good
So good
So good
Very provocative plus a little deeper
You mind if I get a little deeper?
Got somethin? to share with you
I got wisdom to teach you
[Incomprehensible] spot, somethin? to reach you
In the clothes you were born in
Late in the night, again in the mornin?
You say, schboo, your face, your taste, skin, space, I'm in
So good
So good
So good
Seventies black zodiac poster positions
Venus and Mars this the God kiss the star system
Recepshirage, dick is hard with the bard's rhythm
Stay up the paws, lick guitars with the God's wisdom
Is it startin? to rain? Yes
Such a beautiful pain, give it to me
Undisputable claims, give it to me
For a suitable
So good
So good
So good
Aiyyo uptown, the Bridonx
(What? What?)
Long Isle, Stridong
(What? What?)
Yo Brooklyn
(Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
(What?)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens?
(We right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Yo where the, yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
(We right here!)
We can face the fuck off like hockey or Face Off like Travolta
Face off like car radios with the mind of Minolta
Face off like Treach if you?re fuckin' with Vin Rock
You still pop shit? I face off like fembots
And I?m the six million motherfuckin' dollar man
With a six million mutherfuckin' dollar plan
For thug niggaz and pimp players and drug niggaz
Your technique, I sweep under the rug niggaz
Out of Queens, shit I serve with the fiends and bug niggaz
I?m above niggaz but all in all, I love niggaz
Like my man Benny Rat, showed me the rap game
(Uh)
Told me never to act sane on a record or rap plain
Now the name reign supreme, seen major creme
Rhymes, sicker than lyme disease and gangrene
I?m the most obligated, nigga creatin' havoc
Check the meaning for Monch, the meaning becomes tragic
Raw, if you want it
Raw, yeah, we got it indeed
Yo actually I?m just tryin' to eat
For sure, if you need it on tour
Yeah we ready to bleed
I?m sayin', God I?m just tryin' to eat
Aiyyo uptown, the Bridonx
(What? What?)
Long Isle, Stridong
(What? What?)
Yo Brooklyn
(Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
(What?)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens?
(We right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Yo where the, yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
(We right here!)
Basically y?all could get eight twice like
Lynn Swann plus get ate like pussy
Get ate like mickey d?s after the hydro when you push me
Get ate like cannibalism and sliced surgical
In any extremity y?all get infinity vertical
Every line to word of mine will be verbally placed to murder you
The master, flippin' convertible flows irreversible
Unobtainable to the brain it?s unexplainable what the verse?ll do
Pharoahe?s the sperm your mind?s the eggs, I?m burstin' through
Y?all heard of me, I pack macs and crack vertebraes
Leave niggaz with third degree burns and back surgery
Mics guns knives, pick declare which object, flip
Have niggaz runnin' like the Blair Witch Project
Raw, if you want it
Raw, yeah we got it indeed
Yo actually, I?m just tryin' to eat
For sure, if you need it on tour
Yeah, we ready to bleed
I?m sayin', God I?m just tryin' to eat
Aiyyo uptown, the Bridonx
(What? What?)
Long Isle, Stridong
(What? What?)
Yo Brooklyn
(Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)
(What?)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens?
(We right here!)
Where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
Yo where the, yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens?
(Right here!)
He he heh, hey yo
There's a place I know where the bitches go
Where they rob you for your dough and shit on the low
In Southside, Queens, Queens where if you say the ave
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside Queens, Queens
I knew this nigga named Donovan
Astonishin' the way he used to handle the pill God
(Word?)
Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees
And in the middle at the same time guzzlin' a beer
Like a puzzle or a riddle, discoverin' his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard, oops
Son got hops, never knew he woulda grew it
Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it
A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans
Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block
Youngest of three sons, fuckin' with coupons and refunds
food stamps, and still he was a champ
Time to get loot for boots and kicks now
Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now
His momma said, "Donovan why are you
On the corner of Linden and Guy R. Brewer"
He said, "Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time
You're killin' my high, plus I got a nine
All I be doin' is puttin' in work
So you can get a brand new dress for church?
I know the devil lurks outside, man it's cold
But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old
Like poppa plus I'm on parole I gotta
Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet
With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste
That night, rockin' Nikes, eatin' Mike'n'Ikes
Slapboxin' with a dyke on a bike too small
Thinkin', this time, next year, mom'll be able to, oh
Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach slow
Well, get the metal out, too late, the guns flash
In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sun splash
Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride
With a smile on his face, the picture of pride
Blood comin' from his mouth, now I'm at his side
Kneelin' over Donovan's body before he died
Eyes flutterin' up and down in his head
And with his last breath this is what he said
He said, "Why, why?"
Then I closed his eyes
There's a place I know where the people go
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low
In Southside Queens, Queens, where if you say the ave
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math in Southside Queens, Queens
And if you got a glock, you could bust shots
Like [unverified], when the block be hot
In what we talkin' 'bout Queens, Queens
Uh, come on uh, come on, uh uh
I know where people go
One, two
One, one, one, one, one, one, one
(Two, two)
One, two
(Test two, two)
One testin', testin' mic
Turn that mic up
(Turn the mic up)
Aiyyo, Pharoahe Monch is incredible
Ridiculous pivoting fit meticulous splitting shits
In half, 'cuz my words make earthquakes
Soliciting intricately impossible obstacles hit
You-in-your-ugly-fuckin'-face man
Defendin' 'em even when I'm a minimum state of
Mind 'cuz, my rhymes, shine like, diamonds
World circuit, work it, perfect, timing
Ay-yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(Hey yo, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(Hey yo, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(That's right we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(C'mon, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(That's right we livin it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(C'mon, we livin' it up)
Ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-yi
(We livin' it up, we livin' it up)
(We livin' it up, we livin' it up)
Hey, bump this shit in your new car system
The pinnacle of sinister the cynical wisdom
My strategy, split 'em, seemingly hitting 'em
With little eenie meenie bits of flattery
That'll stagger 'em for a minute, imagine I'm draggin' 'em in it
The mud, "Fudge Pudge" remember I'm braggin' infinite
This Menace here II finish off Society
Not Dennis, the nemesis of a different variety
The gap-toothed kid with the ill computer flow
(Uhh)
The most beautifullest thing, so suitable
Ay-yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(Hey yo, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(Hey yo, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(Hey yo, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(Shh, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(Hey yo, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(That's right we livin' it up)
Ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-yi
(We livin' it up, we livin' it up)
(We livin' it up, we livin' it up)
Yo, come get that ass kicked fast quick
Monch already with an asterik
Blast past MC's faster than Flash did
At last a cop checked to cop hash wit'
Dash a little bit in the cake mix to get blasted
Sacred, scriptures written inscripted scribe my scrupils
Slap unhappy MC's who become my pupils
You're tossed, cut off, similar to cuticles
The most beautifullest thing, so suitable
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(Yo, we livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(That's right, we livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(We livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(We livened it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yay
(Shhh, we livin' it up)
Yadi-yadi-yadi-yo
(That's right we livin' it up)
Ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-ya-di-yi
(We livin' it up, we livin' it up)
(We livin' it up, we livin' it up)
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood
Let's go!
[Verse 1:]
My rhymes pop like them nines, that clammy tote
But they rap lackluster shine
My shit busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of coke, "Woo Hah!!"
That's all she wrote
On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes
Quirk ass MC's be as Queer as Folk
Talkin' about, "Nigga can rap"
No shit Sherlock, y'all just can't see me like Matt Murdoch
I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid and any line of mine is criminal mind
And I blind 'er with original rhyme shit
Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime shit
Clinically approved for you to move your behind with
Timeless are world girls who get inspired with Pharoahe
Do you need to be reminded now?
Stick 'em up, it's that
Get 'em up, it's that
Put 'em up, it's that
Let's go!
[Chorus:]
Get up, how we rock
Don't know how we roll, yeah
Let's go!
Line 'em up
Light it up, fire it up
Wire me up, let it blow
One for the money, two for the show
Three to get it crackin' in the hood
Let's go!
[Verse 2:]
They research my step cells, clone ten of me
Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me
Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies
Now that's new definition to "your own worst enemy"
I glisten man, stop snitching man
You use sex to sell, your Nextel to Sprint
Everything you represent is immoral
Cingular, not plural
You and your Sidekick get rid of that whack Trio
I freeze MC's zero degrees below
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
You need to get loose, to the heat of produce
From Long Beach to Boston
Your chicks text us like Dallas and Austin
I spark tireless illumination
Fire sixteen bars, wireless communication
Let's go!
[Chorus]
Okay, Okay, Okay, It's Ya'girl Three Sweet[?] In The Morning, We're About To Get Really In To It Right Now.
(Bling Bling)
[Ts:] So Bling, Tell Me..
[B:] What's Really Good?
[Ts:] What's Up With The Harshness[?] Diss Record?
[B:] Ay Yo, For Real?
[Ts:] You Gonna Retaliate?
[Someone:] She Trynna Diss You Son!
[B:] Fuck You Nigga Straight Up And Damn, You Nigga's Never Had No Wait In The Street!You Know What I Mean? You Nigga, Yo, What The Fuck You [?] Me Anyway, Cause I Had New York On My Back For Years, You Know What I Mean? I Don't Really Give A Fuck Anyway...
[Ts:] Aight, Aight, I'm Gonna Have To Turn The Mic Down...
[Zap]
Now, I Want To Mand, Now To...
[Zap]
[Female Voice:]
You Sit On Your Head, Till Your Head Turn Numb.
Then You Jerk Your Penis To You Start Take (What?)
All Alone In The Crib, You Know What I Did?
I Gave Myself A Thing Or Two Till I Let Off Some Kids.
[Heavy Voice:]
Yo, Those Are, Those Are Strangers! Have You Had A Stranger? Have You...
[Zap]
[dialog between erykah and little girl]
-you're beautiful you know that?
-uh huh
-do you know that?
-yes
-you do?
-um hmm
-you know when those kids tease you?
-uh huh
-don't you ever worry about that because you're very beautiful. do you know you're beautiful?
-um hmm
-are you ready?
-ma i love you.
-i love you
[1st verse-pharoahe monch]
he pushed her down and called her black and ugly
she asked why must you tease me,
he laughed at her said your from africa
your hair is peasey
your skin is dark and greasy
and plus you are so beneath me
please trust me it wasnt easy
for diamond it scarred her deeply
plays like a offender bass
to my self i thought how much does gender play
remembering such hatred at this tender age
if i could send a mental page
my thoughts would end the rage
reminiscant of the looks to her in class
i gave my eyes would say
[Chorus-erykah badu]
hold on, im sure
theres so much more, to live for
if you hold on, things'll change
so c'mon be strong
and hold on, im sure
theres so much more, to live for
as you grow strong things'll change
no pain, no gain
[2nd Verse-Pharoahe Monch]
please be willing to fight for your will despite
writings from William lynch
millions tried to rise like helium
but died in the fields and the trenches
cries from the killing is senseless
eyes to the ceiling it quinches
a thirst in the feeling thats endless
the prize like a rain that rinses
the soul and cleanses ya mind
from white picketed fences
heads up your ass, splinters and face
meant to they ride and bench us
the masters pastored disaster
them fascious bastards
they crafted this hazardous plan and still has a spoken advantage
we shoulder the struggle
with the wieght of a boulder that muffles
the sound of provocative thinking the pieces of puzzles
incompleted,
only deleted to be push to the back of ya mind
like a hairline that has receded
now we repeated,
the process but never weeded the problem out
heeded the warnings but never proceeded to solve it
no forward progress, its obvious the soul is gone,
i meditate and pray that these words will somehow allow you to...
[chorus repeat]
[3rd verse-Pharoahe Monch]
see now diamond is priceless,
timeless how she maneuvers like Heimlich
in this new world it reminds me of isis
she knows now that her complexion is a holy device
a protection from UV rays in this negative time of crisis
like a knife that butter slices
easily to anger she reacts pious
like a cell protectin itself from a virus
twice as strong as her demeanor
now she is Rightous
God is what you see now
when you peer inside her iris
[chorus repeat]
[erykah badu]
diamond your so beautiful
you can change this world
if you want to girl oh
ooooo
come on
* knock at the door *
[Mayor] Jesus Christ, who is it?!?!
[DaPIG] Officer Fleming!
[Mayor] Come in! Hey, good morning, how ya doin?
[DaPIG] Good morning Your Honor
[Mayor] Want a donut?
[DaPIG] Uhh, no thank you
[Mayor] What are you doin with that shotgun * last two words slow down *
* a burst of gunshots *
[Pharoahe Monch]
In short was that I had shot him, several times in the head
Mount Sinai, 6:15, pronounced dead
The news reporter said the assailaints fled the city
Meanwhile I'm shacked across the street, in some
shitty-ass hotel, waitin til things get a little quiet
Dunn I could try to bounce, but now why should I even try it?
The riot that ensued, I viewed bird's-eye
Fifteen floors up behind the curtains in the nude
Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to him
Boast to him, roast, when I put the toast to him
Dangerous, the most heinous crimes have been committed
Through painless means, more famous lives have been acquitted
To hell he went, bent, sent, government issues
with my initial in print, ah, we'll never miss you
in the streets, understanding that you made it hard to eat
Complete the cypher, or, make ends meet
Twenty-five years my father spent hard labor you suspended him
from the force, placed his head beneath the pendulum
Periphreal vision now, doorknob shiftin
Optical illusion or the coke that I'm sniffin
Think, primal instinct, maybe it's me
Hit the lights must hit the floor simul-taneously
Seems as though this is manifested through some amazin dream
Dazed cops entered the room with guns and lazer beams
But dazed it seems we blast at, one another
Bullets hit the chest of this, black undercover
My last minutes on earth, drop say a prayer
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the Mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow (2X)
[Pharoahe Monch]
Walked out the room staggerin, dagger in my back
Dazed wagglin my leg, imagin I'm not afraid
Grazed and bruised, amazed at who's surroundin
Cop guns, cocked back, SWAT teams, astoundin
From rooftops, troops glock to smack my melon
Felon, Seargenat yellin for me to come out like Ellen
Propellin walked through the lobby and the front door
Packin hand grenades and strapped with C-4
The more swine, the merrier, Harrier jets overhead
Ready to riddle my body with bullets of lead
A dead man walking, destination devil's lair
Fuck it if I'm gonna die at least I shot the Mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow
Ooh, I've, gone too far
Can, turn, back no more
[Pharoahe Monch]
Unravel the world of John Madden 2002
Y'all playas need to switch up ya offensive patterns
Before they break from the huddle, I read their thoughts
Pharoahe Monch, hail mary, EA Sports
The defense impregnable, plays all legible
The tolerance to withstand pain is un-measurable
Heat, rain, snow, sleet, hail
You leave it all on the field and you're bound to prevail
The All-Madden free safety tracking ya pass
We hate artificial surface, love natural grass
Don't let my squad get to whippin' on ya natural ass
The agony of defeat it's all factual
Frustration (Come on), aggrevation
On the sideline when I'm pumpin' my fist in celebration
I thirst for first downs, I burst through the middle
Jiggle a bit, give em' some speed before they hit you
Who's standing still at the end of two-minute drill
Who has the heart to win it all, who has the will
John Madden 2002
Pharoahe Monch about to bring it to you, I'm saying
John Madden, EA Sports
Y'all better play hard don't take no shorts
Say, John Madden, EA Sports
Y'all better play hard don't take no shorts
Free
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free!
Your A&R;'s a house nigga, the labels the plantation
Now switch that advance for your emancipation
MC's are the field like pick cotton for real
I pop blocks like beat street with a notch n' a kill
They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meat
For the King of the city sang songs of back streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to trade niggas like professional athletes!
Don't take that merchandising, snatch that publishing
Practice that black ass, ship you to London
By way of France, Germany, Dublin
A railroad to underground like Harriet Tubman
While ya'll stay strugglin' we smuggle MC's through the streets
Till we bubblin' on mix CD's, hustlin'
Clans see me on the block n' say freeze
I say Fuck You! I'm a man, I'm Free!
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free!
I give birth to verses in churches with no confession
So please pardon my post-partum depression
A-list MC to spit it in C-Sections
For immature minds that get it with each lesson
Three-fifths of a man ass jigga with no plans
How you discussing publishing figures without a band
They got digital codes on our music for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you can't even clan
So google Pharoahe Monch, search Triskaidekaphobia
I'll explain why these city banks Wachovia
I'll peep the future in my sleep, to be honest man
We never had a mutual relationship with Washington
Why? Because I believe they put the virus in the latex
Condoms that they sell us, call it safe sex
What I spit, not only causes a glitch in The Matrix
But another terrorist that they haven't faced yet!
You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me
Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free!
Spit in my face, hold me down
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Said it's my desire, yes it, yeah
Yes it, yes it is, oh yeah, yeah
Comprehend the guidelines
My chest out chinchilla
All relaxed on the sidelines
I'm so famous, understand
New York City respects my game like Joe Namath
And I protect my name like your anus
In prison y'all don't hear me, y'all don't listen
Y'all just wanna shine, y'all just wanna glisten
Floss, knowing that the soul is still missing
(Who am I?)
I am the poetical pastor
Slave to a label but I own my masters
Still get it popping without Artist And Repertoire
'Cause march is a monarch only minus the A&R;
When my brain excels, your train derails
Pop shit, make you feel 'The Clipse' like Pharell
You will feel me
You will admire
(My)
Struggle
(My)
Hustle
(My)
Soul, desire
Oh, said it's my desire, yes it, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Said it's my desire, yeah
My book is a ovary, the pages I lust to turn
My pen's the penis, when I write the ink's the sperm
Desire, the fire that ignites, the torch to burn
This is not rocket science, this easy to learn
My mic's the gavel when I talk courts adjourned
Respect, even if you were ashes you couldn't earn
I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs
Rap's fatally ill, please stick to the serum
Players, pick turns to play, get burned
I color commentate the game like chick perms
This is the moment of truth for my opponents and liars
Talk is alone invoke the emotion of black choirs
Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Rich Pryor
Move back, who's that, there, the live wire
You will feel me
You will admire
(My)
Struggle
(My)
Hustle
(My)
Soul, desire
Said, it's my desire, yes it, yeah
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
My passion, my fire
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Yes, my desire, people should keep fighting
Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Basically, I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Huh, figure but trigger happy nigga with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles
High off coke with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street evangelists
With a manuscript and a professional ass whippin'
Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass kickin'
If ya ask for it, I blast for it, your back flippin'
No one saw it, I won't stop the clock's tickin'
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight niggas
The world's a merry-go-round of stereotype niggas
He's a spit in the face for pit bull or bite niggas
Matter-a fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga
Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
I got the projects on lock, they trust my logic
'Cuz the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic
'Cuz you could write tickets my nigga or get paid
Learn this game of the streets or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you how easy it would be
To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you?
Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
'Cuz psychologically the guns you use, will define you
Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
These evil streets don't sleep, be careful of whom you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Cho soy greifo, no me porta bu culro via ah diablo
(Si)
Or five-o, leavin' enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mil' and your fuckin' the deal up
Try to play hero cop and you still suck
Put you to bed or runnin' your head, you won't feel much
Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Get yo' hands up against the wall
And spread them opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you, fuck you)
Undastand, I'm not fuckin' around with you
Try to resist, I'll dismiss you
Fuck you, fuck you
I've got just what you want.
You've got just what I need.
You want my body baby, so let me plant the seed.
You are my heart's delight.
You set my soul a fire.
I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
If I know who that nigga and the other thinking it's wishful
Sick wit it with a ridiculous flow
Take over, make over, move over.
Jokes over, flows over, who Told ya?
It's a down, except I flipped the script.
From the window to the wall just get low.
Rock and roll, hip-hop music, and disco
T dot O to Atlanta to Frisco
Rufis, oh yeah, with a new twist oh
So y'all can get a gist of the rhyme that I do not miss. I will not fail.
Please take a glimpse at the time at your own risk. I will not bail.
Fuck da boys, grab the flock. The planet rock.
The fiends and the fan on the block.
Team's scheme on the knock.
My hand, you want, dreams of your man.
I've got just what you want. (What I want)
You've got just what I need. (What I need)
You want my body baby (Body baby) So let me plant the seed. (Plant the seed)
You are my heart's desire. (Heart's Desire)
You set my soul on fire. (Soul on fire)
I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
Grab the master's plans with ease.
Those seeds can't see past me.
No patch in the plan, the raps are not flash .
Free at last- We never recycle the same songs from last week.
Thank God almighty , we are free at last.
We went back to ash, before raps harassed me.
No relax. Do not pass. Do not ask me.
But you can get backstage where you can see ass free.
Elope- The Goat.
Nigga vote for ya boy.
I hope ya lied to the rope and the board.
Smokin the dope.
Relate to the gate.
To the words you wrote, with the moving the scales ya say:
I've got just what you want. (What I want)
You've got just what I need. (What I need)
You want my body baby (Body baby) So let me plant the seed. (Plant the seed)
You are my heart's delight. (Heart's Desire)
You set my soul on fire. (Soul on fire)
I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
I've got just what you want. (What I want)
You've got just what I need. (What I need)
You want my body baby (Body baby) So let me plant the seed. (Plant the seed)
You are my heart's delight. (Heart's Desire)
You set my soul on fire. (Soul on fire)
I wanna. Doin' you. You make me hot.
How's everybody feeling out there?
You want my body baby?
I'll give you my body baby.
You want it.
I'll give it to ya.
(mumbling)
You want my body baby?
[Chorus x2: Pharoahe Monch and Shabaam Sahdeeq]
Weight of the world on your shoulders gotta hold it up
When the pen's burnin the paper never fold it up
When the plan is set in motion never slow it up
We seize the planet like war then we blow it up
[Pharoahe Monch]
Cleverly beginnin em with synonyms when I went in with homynyms
Extended em out, defendin em with linear raps when enbalmin em
Bendin em back, blendin em with miraculous type
Fuck is up? Y'all niggaz do like Dracula's bite
Uhh, don't even bother gotta lotta cats who swallow
for dollar raps scholar holla back like a Rawk' wilder
Me get ya hit ya split ya open sit you down
Get you in the ring, sling slang boxing rounds withcha
Snap your bone gristle, Crystal motel
Queens missle pistol-whip you army issue shouldn't fuck witchu
Or get niggaz like Yusef, you're useless
Attack back, smack your whole team toothless
Now welcome to the New York Knicks
where Averex are the jerseys and the boots are the kicks
Y'all on the dick the way we pose for the flicks
Queens style, Redhook now all in the mix
[Chorus]
[Shabaam Sahdeeq]
P, pass the baton, we mashin whatever crew want Sahdeeq
Black on tracks like Dutch flashbacks
Settle the score, make y'all know for sure
that what we, bring to the table your mental'll digest
Put away your forks, can't eat these MC's
Just as, hungry as you, hungry as you
Snatch it our your hand before you bite or chew, we invitin you
to spar, with the likes of this two, got you spillin your brew
Intercept your soundwave, bitch!
Hijack your frequency quick, and bang our shit
Motivated to make it but foes try to block flows
Knock those, crush em like a bag of nachoes
Keep em on they toes, word up, like ballet
You sweet sap suckers get served like cafes
You candy cats melt in my pockets like Milky Ways
Southside, BK hurtin niggaz for days
[Chorus]
[SS] Blow it up with incredible landmine rhymes
[PM] Federal crime for sure, THIRD WORLD WAR
[SS] Weight on my back like Atlas, our tactics
to hem em like denim and pin they back to the canvas
[PM] Yo, who want this, who want nu-ttin but conflict
Blow up they barracks with a C-4 brick
[SS] WE MOVE SWIFT, so you better react quick AND
watch your nugget 'fore we launch these hits
Something is wrong in this nation
When a child can grab a guns
Grab a gun so easily and shoot a bullet
Into the middle of a child?s face as my daughter experienced
Something is wrong
First the gun draws and you know that something's happening
Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly
Be prepared because war is coming
You can't be scared now when the streets is calling you
Good evening, my name's Mr. Bullet
I respond to the index when you pull it
The trigger, so make a note, take a vote
Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause
Whether domestic violence or coke deals
See how less has changed, brain matter to oatmeal
And when I kill kids, they say shame on me
Who the fuck told you to put they names on me?
White man made me venom to eliminate
Especially when I'm in the hood, I never discriminate
Just get in 'em, then I renovate
Flesh, bone, ain't nothin? for me to penetrate
And it can happen so swiftly
One false move just might shift me
If I'm in lodged then your soul's not claimed
I will remind that ass when it's about to rain like
First the gun draws and you know that something's happening
Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly
Be prepared because war is coming
You can't be scared now when the streets is calling you
Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs
If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm?
Strange that is, when all exits are final
Point blank range that is
My attitude is cold and callous
Killed Kings in Tennessee, presidents in Dallas
And if the past be known, at last we know
What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll
It's what made a widow of Jackie O.
The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though
Fatality shot entered from the right temple
Was not fired from a six story window
Can it be that it was all so simple
But yet remains so painful to rekindle?
I come through your city, I'm hot whether you're jiggy or not
Whether your Biggie or 'Pac when the gun draws
First the gun draws and you know that something's happening
Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly
Be prepared because war is coming
Officer Frank Pagliarule, heh
Shit I hate spics and moolies
On the trains they be actin insane and unruly
It's the 'Planet of the Apes'
These gorillas be blastin they tapes
Out of they cars like a cinematic movie
Respondin, to a domestic dispute, the culprit
A younger monkey who went ape-shit and decided to shoot
His older brother in the brain
His baby's mother couldn't refrain
Keepin sex out the family name
And that keeps me smilin like racial profilin
Forever nigga pilin inside Riker's Island
New York's most violent, black wall of silence
React with black talons when wolfpacks are wylin
For a white cat, gotta admit I can rap-ta-tat-tat
My nightstick, on the top of your cap
My blackjack you'll be swallowin for protestin and hollerin
The policy is quality of life and zero tolerance
What is the law? Know you heard this before
We find contraband in your car, we breakin your jaw
What is the law? Nigga, mathematics for sure
If they walkin in packs of four, they tryin to score
For any - drug bust or cocaine that's raw
Better believe we takin our twenty percent at the door
What is the law? Wolfpacks, movin on all fours
I'm flawless with weaponry, mentally ready for war
Any formalities in the case of police brutality
I've escaped on finer details and minor technicalities
Here's a verbal medley of deadly force used
Readily abused in that old Ku Kluk pedigree
You better be heavily armed, forever we ready your song
Steadily ready to move and bomb
I'm like - Hercules, when I work my knees
It's a - search and seize that'll hurt indeed
God bless when the bullets hit the chest you'll backflip
SWAT - Special Weapons And Tacticstheatrics hot
On your block we lock down all shenanigans
When we roll you stand stiff like mannequins
Take the position for broomstick penetration (uh)
Legal under the Mayor's new administration
YOU - better forever have your identification
I broke the mold for holds that cause asphyxiation
What is the law? Know you heard this before
We find contraband in your car, we breakin your jaw
What is the law? Nigga, mathematics for sure
If they walkin in packs of four, they tryin to score
For any - drug bust or cocaine that's raw
Better believe we takin our twenty percent at the door
What is the law? Wolfpacks, movin on all fours
[Pharoahe Monch]
Truth had me up against the ropes
and semi-concious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil
Watchin the clock is ill when, faced wit the truth
Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill they minds not to kill still son, never revealed
True feelings, we speakin on the truth right now in itself is healing
See The Creator, created existence and balance
At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong
The deliverance of the word false opposite of truth off course
Sure as my slave name sending
Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path, enabling truth
To stay stable and cling to EARTH!
Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see
Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never clearer
The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside
But in the inside on the outside you frontin you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well-hidden
But when you in denial of self it is forbidden, that's the truth
[Female singer]
In due time we will find
[Common] *speaking behind vocals*
See it everywhere, gotta recognize it
Let the truth be told from young souls that become old
>From days spent in the jungle, where must one go
To find it, time is real, we can't rewind it
Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did
We find kids speakin 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin my own mind state
At a divine rate, I ain't in this just to rhyme great
See the truth in the thighs of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga
If it's only one, then why should it differ
So constantly I seek it
Wonderin why I gotta drink a six pack to speak it
Took a picture of the truth and tried to develop it
Had proof, it was only recognized by the intelligent
Took the negative and positive, 'cause niggas got to live
Said I got to get more than I'm given
'cause truth'll never be heard in religion
After searchin the world, on the inside what was hidden
It was the truth
[Female singer]
Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth
In due time, we will find
[Talib Kweli]
Check it, on my neck I still got marks from the nooses
The truth it produces, fear that got niggas on the run like Carl Lewis
The truth is my crew is the smoothest bits of saliva juices like the roots is
More organic than acoustics
Heavenly ? set you free and kill you in the same breath
That shit you gotta get off your chest before your death, unless
The way you speak is lighter than a pamphlet
'cause the truth give the words away to the planet goddammit
I ran wit what God planted in my heart and I understand it
To be the bring the light to the dark, breathe some life in this art
This must be the truth (why?) 'cause we keep marchin on (true)
The truth lay the foundation of what we rockin on (true)
You can't see it if you blind but we will always prevail (true)
Life is like the open sea, the truth is the wind in our sail
And in the end, our names is on the lips of dying men
If ever crushed in the earth, we always rise again
When the words of lying men sound lush like the sound of a violin
The truth is there, it's just the heart you gotta find it in
[Female singer]
Uh-huh, alright, alright, alright, okay, uh-huh, a-yeah
It was like the earth twisted around her
She shifted the ground I was like, "Ohh shit"
She's off the hook, I would dress her decently
But look her body is immaculate
I'm attackin' it from all positions of thinkin' inside my mind, ah
Hopefully it won't be too inappropriate if I walk over there and say
"Excuse me, can I have your number please?
I'll get on my knees if I have to"
She'll laugh through, the whole episode
Just then I knew I had her locked
(Down)
No cock-blocking please this one's mine
(Uh)
Dimepiece and shit son, shorty was fine
Every line of mine was like a rhyme, I wouldn't lie I swear
Sparklin' the whole time as I whispered in her ear
And I know you will see the light
Baby, once you understand
What you mean to me, darling
And I know you will see the light
Baby, once you understand
What you mean to me, darling
Now some say I'm a little bit a thug
Slash B-boy gentleman but let me introduce myself
Also begin, so that you can further understand what I say
I took this last swallow of the Gran Moulet
And slid her to the dancefloor, now she like
"Wow, oh, damn, money got style"
Funny how things change when you got a liquor in ya
You're quicker with the tongue, givin' me rhythm now, huh
Block the music and the people out to admire the love
The nerve of us, impervious to the entire club
And like marijuana shotguns let's blow this joint
It's pointless to say here, so let me annoint
And I know you will see the light
Baby, once you understand
What you mean to me, darling
We kissin' and we wrestlin', sexual confessions
I never lack to pack prophylact', I learned my lesson
First impression to be discrete, use discretion
Back of the cab undressin', uh-huh
I'm here witchu, sorta like a bond spiritual
All night, all I could do is stare at you
Cracked the window and the Alize on the Palisades
Right before she told me her name was Valerie
Her crib was just a mile away, nothin' to my salary
She could serve me pain all night and I could tolerate
I'm her horizon right but in the night though
Night glow type shit
(And I know you can see the light)
And I know you can see the light
Baby, once you, understand what
What you mean to me girl
What you do, no doubt, check it out now
Get the fuck up, Simon says get the fuck up
Throw your hands in the sky
Queens is in the back sippin'
Yak y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties
Yeah, I said it, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name
Pharoahe-fuckin'-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated
Phased from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain with a long-term goal
Took my underground loot without the gold
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all good
I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
Style's greater, let my lyrics anoint
If you holdin' up the wall, then you missin' the point
Get the fuck up
Simon says get the fuck up
Put your hands to the sky
Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties
Fuck it I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
(Yo, where you at?)
Uptown let me see 'em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
Heads give you beef, you put 'em in the mausoleum
And the shit don't start pumpin' 'til after 12 p.m.
Ignorant minds, I free 'em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree
I'm the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether you're ridin' the train or in Lexus-es
This is for either or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin' up the wall
Then you missin' the point
Get the fuck up
Simon says get the fuck up
Throw your hands in the sky
The Bronx is in the back shootin' craps, now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties
I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeru, get the fuck up
Shaolin, get the fuck up
Long Isle, get the fuck up
I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs
Of the beat in my room on the wall
Ponderin' the verses, fondlin' my balls and
Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
Through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
Grab the drums by the waistline
I snatch the kick, kick the snares and sodomize the bass line
Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
Maybe I might switch, let the witch live
The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge
Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the crescendo
When my innuendos elapse, my mental window attacks
The instrumental elapses
Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife
Slice the rhythm, disfigure the face of the groove
For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves
Consider this, the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin
That doesn't end 'til I stop fuckin'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it like me
Yes, yes
She had the nerve to take the case to court
Knowin' I rape for sport, took the stand cryin'
Denyin' her whole involvement lyin'
Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'
With my coat over my shoulder sittin'
Browsin' pornography, the stenographer smilin'
The whole time while jottin' verbal photography
Her eyes mahogany, I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body
Bludgeoned with slashed arteries
Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face
Examinin' the jury similar to crackin' a safe
What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face to taste it
To hell with 1980 remixes, fuck disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty
I knew she used to be gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city
Ain't fuckin' her right, ain't fuckin' her right
Ain't fuckin' her like me
Consider this
(What?)
Loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin
That doesn't end 'til I stop fuckin'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
Pushin', pushin', pushin', pushin'
I live my life one day at a time
Whoa, my head, so I don't lose my mind
Sometimes you might fall down
But you get back up, get on your journey
Yeah, keep on pushin'
Pushin', pushin', pushin', ooh
I walked downstairs in my body?s light
And pushed my struggles, endured my pride
I fear no man, I know wrong from right
We push until the day we see the light
And we keep on pushin'
Pushin', pushin', pushin', ooh
Your weak ass compubot's power shots mix fly over me
My accurate jabs connect like rotary
Make you notice me, be like damn, dudes on some totally
When he rides the bass line like Ginóbili
I'm vocally unmatched, globally with the flow
Slow on the ground but more public than notary
Push, in this era of G.W. Bush
We must load mental ammunition and bust, thus
I'ma hold you down, I got you
One more repetition, I'ma spot you
This is for my blue collar workin', beer guzzlin'
Bootleg, DVD sellin', keep hustlin?, push
If you represent the struggle, then push
Peep the pieces of the puzzle and push
Never let 'em place a muzzle, just push
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on
Introducing, the star of the show
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Represent one time time time
May I have your attention, please, what you are about to hear
Is undoubtedly the most incredible MC of the year
No, no, no, no no wait no please no wait no listen, um
All that I wish to do is to display
A brand new rendition of style that I have
It'll only take a moment of your time, four minutes
Then it will be beneficial when it is replenished
But then again, you might never return to the shit
You're hearing on the radio, get burned
I have a dream, one day we will get to the promised land
Then the president will be me
The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli that's it
All whackness is now banned
Obtain access through rector scans
Voice verification enhancement, the man who moves his hand
And will motion light detect you
For genetic confirmation, DNA verification
Access pharoahe, codename 13
Residence south side, queens, armed and dangerous
Smack the nigga in the mouth stabbed his mother in the eyeball
I brawl like Mike Tys, in his prime
My advice you think twice before you grime
'Cause I'll wink once
(One time)
Your bitch is mine
'Cause she's feeling the flow best believe I'm drilling the hole
Heads high kill em wit the low
Revealing, chillin', filling up position to be killing the show
Stoppin' 'em on top feeling plus I'm grilling the dough
For a couple of million or so I'll be willing to blow
Pharoahe look up in the air and a million niggaz
Are feeling 'em on the low
Every syllable of mine is an umbilical cord through time
For the sick typical niggaz who choose to pick pitiful rhymes
Spit, shit it's more dimes to get
More higher levels of spirituality to reach and I'm trying to win
Refuse to lose, refuse to lose
[Chorus:]
First the gun draws and you know, that something's happening
Then darkness falls and oh, your heart beats rapidly
Be prepared because, war is coming
You can't be scared now, when the streets is calling you
[Verse 1:]
Good evening,
My name's Mr. Bullet
I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger
So make a note, take a vote
Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause
Whether domestic violence or coke deals
See how less has changed brain matter to oatmeal
And when I kill kids they say shame on me
Who the fuck told you to put they names on me?
White man made me venom to eliminate
Especially when I'm in the hood, I never discriminate
Just get in 'em, then I renovate
Flesh, bone, ain't nothing for me to penetrate
And it can happen so swiftly
One false move might just shift me
If I'm in-lodged and your soul's not claimed
I'll remind that ass when it's about to rain like
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Would the new method of murder be arson or firebombs?
If the cost of a single bullet was more than the firearm
Strange that is, when all exists are final
Point blank range that is
My attitude is cold and callus
Killed Kings in Tennessee
Presidents in Dallas
And if the past be known, at last we know
What happened that afternoon on the Grassy Knoll
It's what made a widow of Jackie O.
The government hired Lee Harvey to blast me though
Fatality shot entered from the right temple
Was not fired from a six-story window
Can it be that it was all so simple,
But yet remains so painful to rekindle
I come through your city I'm hot
Whether you're jiggy or not
Whether your Biggie or 'Pac
"When the Gun Draws"
[Verse 1]
They cock them hammers, wave them llamas
But that's that in front of the camera drama
So when the cameras are attached to dollys, I call them dali lama's
Mold me, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand load me
You know exactly what I am, murderer!
When I'm inserted on to the top of fifteen family members
It's the curse of the proverbial anarchy starter the martyr
This is what I have been converted to do what I do is insanity
Pro fo fo fanity when they manually hammer me annually
You don't figitty phase me yo, I won't tigitty tase you bro
Figgity fucking cut you in half like it's nothing minus the laser scope
Then I will ring your bell like avon
Before displaying some of my various tattoos (trayvvon)
(Oscar) award winning (aiyana jones) hey (sean)
Sworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters
Armor piercing tumblers more deadlier than napalm
Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws
For ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws
Cause post traumatic stress disorder — ask any vet I've worked with
My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus...
[Verse 2]
Nigga I will twist your liver like oliver (twist)
Scratch your name off my calendar, see that was me thru a silencer
What you just heard was a 44 caliber now you can fill in the blanks
I will pillage your town killing them with dillinger rounds
Now fill in the clip cause I'm willing to flip
See I'm sort of certified I'm fortified live
You would be mortified if I would put on screen what I've seen
Horrified holy bibles rifles vital organs
Little bitty baby body bridal gowns coffins
Morphine gang bang gangrene slauson swap meet
Meet greet pop I don't sleep I don't stop
I love hate, hate cops. that's why I laugh when they pull it
I'm motivated and crass I'm so elated when I see them on the news
They flying the flag half mass
See there's no need for conversation
[Verse 1:]
America the ugly raped my mother
Deceived my sister separated my brother
Murdered my children hung my father
Now they want me to rock the vote the fucks why bother?
Seen them commercials for the army of whatever
Picture me giving a damn, I said never!
My minds too short my brain's too clever
My spine is too strong every line pulls your lever
Limitless rhymes for the indigenous the remedy
PLAT! Getting' my money like the Kennedy's
Flip it! Put em' in stocks collect anemities
Rock, roll behold my epiphanies and
Read em' and weep, heat I beat em' to sleep
Mislead em' until we even-steven defeat em' with freedom of speech
And we let them know that I'm the motherfuckin' fire-starter
Piss on the constitution and burn the Magna Carta
[Chorus:]
All I know is what I feel
Deceive my eyes and distort what's real
All truth will set you free
I rather die on my feet than delivery my knees
[Verse 2:]
We dying over black gold they harvesting in the sand
Presidents living marvelous, they starving in Sudan
It's obvious we walk a blind path to oblivion
The book of judges read the scriptures unlike Gideon
Light my fire, start my engine
When Pharaohe becomes Moses its medicine for who listens
A veteran with the might bringing with prophecy to fruition
Motivation verses on an adverse condition
Caught on the mainframe I see the maze man
They watch you from the street light you and your main man
The bar code around your neck same as your name brand
You're lost in strange land no thoughts of a game plan
[Chorus:]
All I know is what I feel
Deceive my eyes and distort what's real
All truth will set you free
I rather die on my feet than delivery my knees
[Outro:]
Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta
Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta
Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta
Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta
Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta
Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta
Piss on the constitution, then burn the Magna Carta
Great Pharoahe Monch yo
Yessir, what up P
Great styles be the ghost
CHORUS [PHONTE]
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
VERSE 1 [STYLES P]
Give me five on the black hand side
Tell you what I see through the black mans eyes
Look like shit in a cadillac a black man rise
But every different day a different black man dies
Shorty momma trippin' off a crack mans high
Now he watchin tv lovin tha bad guy
You know, pit bull watchin the welfair check
You know he african, cause he aint gettin healthier yet
Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
You don't know if it's there if your vision aint abstract
We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats
Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that
Now I can tell you that I felt it
I still remember how a cell smell
Still remember how the pigs at
Family crying up on the? I couldn't have that
Open the door, and teach u all
Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all
Now give me five on the black hand side
Ghost of Pharoahe Monch watch the black man rise
CHORUS [PHONTE]
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
[PHAROAHE MONCH]
Pharaohs and navajo chiefs, the way you makin' it rain /
But? for a stripper with emotional pain/
You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain/
Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals food for the brain/
My hood talkin nigga keep it simple n plain/
To let me explain the game break it down n cutting the levels like tetris/
He shining his skill, a young blood for a necklace/
Leave slumped over the wheel of you're Lexus/
Smoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast/
What tha fuck ya expect, a generation overly obsessed with mobsters/
I revolutionary swarm grammys and oscars, imposters/
Fake oras and weak shakas/
Makin a mockery of the music that B.I.G. Pop stars/
And they say I'm a saint/
Cause I see the remains of the whips-n-chains/
In my hood were it aint all good, /
Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling/
Young child slang, give me five on the black hand slide/
Lets maintain like the soul train/
And keep it moving together, I'm sayin/
CHORUS [PHONTE]
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip, knock the wall out
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip, knock the wall out
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out
What is a scorpion? A animal that stings, shit
I'm like a bat with blood comin' out the wings
You should never in your wildest dreams
Shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of Queens
Strong wicked, in the Lex on the celly
Now you gettin' fucked without the K-Y Jelly
How I made it you salivated over my calibrated
Raps that validated my ghetto credibility
Still I be packin' agilities unseen
F'realla my killin' abilities unclean facilities
For more than military tactics obscene extreme confidential
My exterior serene with the potential of a killin' machine
Ex-marine you drag queen, we tag team
Queens finest the alliance defiant we bag fiends
The fuck you lookin' in my face for nigga?
I mace mics and then lace the bass with figures
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip, knock the wall out
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out
Decapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the truck
Exasperate the life of his man and then pack it up
Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches
If she manages to damages, put her in bandages
The amateurs, bananas is the unanimous
Way we choose to live scandalous
Even with doorknobs you couldn't handle this
Pharoahe's the host, the audience, and the motherfuckin' panelist
My mic's equipped with laser sights so that the man'll miss
Never you Devils, my level's that of a high evolutionary rebel
Third rock from the sun to me is only a pebble
You comin' with the corn shit that get forwarded
Like bitches lickin' clitoris in a porn flick
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip, knock the wall out
Please Lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Please Lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Damn you that lost the will to live
Pissed on the motherfucking White House lawn
I threw a rock, then I ran
'Cause I couldn't stand anymore within the grip of the man
Y'all wanna ask me who's sane
These biological gases are eating my brain
It's a political grab bag to rape mother earth
Thirty seconds after they bagged dad for what he's worth
Thousands will die now so millions can smile later
This ain't the Rockford Files nigga, they stockpile data for satellites
Where you discuss who's style is greater
In this killing pool you playing it cool like Kyle Jada
When y'all ready to rock like Led Zep and Al Qaeda
With weapons of mass destruction an hour later
What's your identity today?
You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh?
This Henessy done left me with a remedy to spray
For my identity your life is the penalty to pay, motherfucker
Y'all ready to rock?
We ready to rock
Y'all ready to roll?
We ready to roll
My life is all I have to give
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Damn you that lost the will to live
Trapped in the game just tryin' to win
Just tryin' to win, just tryin' to win
It's not a Vietnam song
I know women from desert storm who came back deformed
Missin' limbs and disease and they legs is numb
Chemicals twice as strong as agent orange
It's messages in the bass drum, war goin' off in your mind
No man is safe from
Its not a Game Boy about the PlayStation, it's +Resident Evil+
When every President's a mason
Robbin' y'all fools like?
And y'all inherited roots and don't know how to retrace them
Place them back face them facts
Disgraceful, faceless, tasteless acts
Pharoahe takes the authorities to court
Peep crime before it happens like +Minority Report+
And I will never be mentally defenseless
Cats be on the block, in the hood in the trenches sayin'
Y'all ready to rock?
We ready to rock
Y'all ready to roll?
We ready to roll
My life is all I have to give
Please Lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Y'all ready to rock?
We ready to rock
Y'all ready to roll?
We ready to roll
Damn you that lost the will to live
Trapped in the game just tryin' to win
Y'all ready to rock?
We ready to rock
Y'all ready to roll?
We ready to roll
Lock, load into position
Rock, roll, it's primitive condition
Lock, load into position
Rock, roll, It's primitive condition
Lock, load, rock, roll
Into position
We ready to rock
(Hook 1)
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Damn you that lost the will to live
(Verse 1)
Pissed on the motherf**king White House lawn
I threw a rock (Iraq), then I ran (Iran)
Cause I couldn't stand anymore within the grips of the man
Y'all wanna ask me who's sane (Hussein)
These biological gasses are eating my brain
Its a political grab bag to rape mother earth
Thirty seconds after they bagged dad (Baghdad) for what he's worth
Thousands will die now so millions can smile later
This ain't the +Rockford Files+ nigga
They stockpile data for satellites
Where you discuss who's style is greater
In this killing pool you playing it cool like Cal Tjader
When ya'll ready to rock like Led Zep and Al Qaeda
With weapons of mass destruction an hour later
What's your identidy today?
You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh?
This Henessy done left me with a remedy to spray
For my identity your life is the penalty to pay
Motherf**ker
(Monch) {Crowd}
(Y'all ready to rock?)
{We ready to rock}
(Y'all ready to roll?)
{We ready to roll}
(Hook 2)
My life is all I have to give
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
Damn you that lost the will to live
Trapped in the game
Just tryin to win (3x)
(Verse 2)
Its not a Vietnam song
I know women from desert storm who came back deformed
Missin limbs and diseases in they legs and arms
Chemicals twice as strong as agent orange
Its messages in the bass drum
War goin off in your mind
No man is safe from
Its not a Game Boy, Xbox, the PlayStation
Its +Resident Evil+ when every President's a mason
Robbin (Robin) y'all fools like Dick Grayson
And y'all inherited roots and don't know how to retrace them
Place them back
Face them facts
Disgraceful, faceless, tasteless acts
Pharoahe takes teh authorities to court
Peep crime before it happens like +Minority Report+
And I will never be mentally defenseless
Cats be on the block, in the hood in the trenches sayin
(Monch) {Crowd}
(Y'all ready to rock?)
{We ready to rock}
(Y'all ready to roll?)
{We ready to roll}
(Hook 3)
My life is all I have to give
Please lord forgive me for my sins
My life is all I have to give
(Monch) {Crowd}
(Y'all ready to rock?)
{We ready to rock}
(Y'all ready to roll?)
{We ready to roll}
(Monch)
Damn you that lost the will to live
Trapped in the game just tryin to win
(Monch) {Crowd}
(Y'all ready to rock?)
{We ready to rock}
(Y'all ready to roll?)
{We ready to roll}
(Monch) (2x)
Lock! Load! Into position
Rock! Roll! Its primitive coondition
(Monch)
Lock! Load!
Rock! Roll!
Into position
(Crowd) (2x)
We ready to rock
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win and you'll come
You tell me to wait, give me a sign
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
Look, man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain
Two hundred-thousand dollar whips and chains
Crooked cops, crips, crack, cocaine
Tupac, Chris, I'm still feelin' the pain
Seven year old girl shot and slain
What does it all mean, we're goin' insane?
In this struggle, stress, mayhem and panic
Where I'm from, we do not eat organic
Talk about it
You see my mama cannot afford Whole Foods
She break fast with a prayer, call it soul food
Where I come from, let it breath
Where I come from no one runs when funds run low in lump sums
We choose the dum-dum, dum bullets, dun dun
We livin' humdrum in the slums where scum conceal stun guns
The word's mum for fun, son
Conundrums ain't pretty
In this cesspool called New York Shitty
I call it that 'cause it smells like shit
Walk around hunched-back or you might get hit
I knew a nigger sold crack to his moms
The same mother fucker sold crack to his kids
Lookin' like 300 comin' back from his bid
Like, "Pharoahe, let's get this money for real"
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win and you'll come
You tell me to wait, give me a sign
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
He said, "Pharoahe, let's get this money up, what the fuck?
What you need me to holler at Steve Rifkind?
Let him escape from New York like Snake Plissken?
I told you from the gate that you needed more marketing
And these major labels is not listenin'"
Stood in a B-boy stance, teeth glistenin'
From the gold in his mouth, summer breeze was whistling
I contemplated my retort, eyes fixed in
On a crucifix around his neck, I guess he was Christian
Just then the police siren, it pitched into the sound
Track to the hood so I spoke with conviction
Spoke as if I was 6'10", thick skin
Put a little bass in my voice like pitch bend
'Cause where I come from, where I come from
We all come from sky, moon, stars, the earth and sun
Multiple skin tones, the blood is one
The pen is the ammo to my automatic, I bring to fruition
What I write to get me out of the slums
And I'mma shine, shine, shine, shine
Shine like the sun, the world is mine
Each line is speech designed to transcend time
And reach the unborn and transform your mind
And I'mma shine, shine
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win and you'll come
You tell me to wait, give me a sign
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
Now, New York, if you're in the house
If you're turnin' it out without a doubt
You know what I'm talkin' about
Just scream and shout and everybody say
Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Now Detroit with the funky beats
Gettin' wild on the street, see the mark of the beast
Say fuck the police, what up, X?
Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Chi-town, with the funky sound
Soul by the pound just get on down
What the fuck do you want? What the fuck do you want?
Say shine shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
West coast, side with the most
Holdin' your toast, brag and boast
What [Incomprehensible], what the hoe?
Everybody heard, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Uh, uh, dirty, uh, uh, dirty
Uh, uh, dirty, uh, uh, dirty
Uh, uh, dirty, uh, uh, dirty
In 2013 the world government placed sanctions
Against free thinking individuals
In order to force people to adhere to one way of life
An independently organization called
Hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters
Where the files of the enslaved people were kept
Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured and executed
Only three remained
The third of which was said to own an arsenal
That would rival and entire city's police force
The second was rumored to be able to move
Throughout space and time, and the first one
Fasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth
The first flashing her purse where the heat's stashed
They call me Jean McCoy, beast in thee employ, deploy deplorable
Through audible destructive actions, attractive decoy
Then pass it to Troy, after, I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver in through river Styx, Hades
I'm cold, deliberate, ladies, my foes limited
Pray me some praise, whisper it
Stay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling
Blistering lines packed in sick, stick to spine
Racked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame
Drug you with strychnine, in nine drinks
You drunk and it's my kidney, you dick-brain
I'm just itching to slit veins, stitch lines, Rick James
Fuck yo lives, sip brains, bitches
Niggas, kick rocks, or kick rhymes, it's to the pain
Liquor riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun
Ignint as ever, she's clever, equivalent be none
A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion
You got the gall, bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest?
The balls in your court, pass it but warning, fall faster
Than asses with age slack on the back of a Kardashian
The walls crash in, you all on the floor gasping
The gas pour in the corridor, racking your jaws, blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door cackling
Still make it back to the bar for last call, two
They ask me why I'm highly regarded as God body, probably
Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis and Bob Marley
Radical, never skateboard slang like gnarly, more like
Weed in my whip on the way to get top like Charles Barkley
You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman, spark me
I'm Gambit with the ace of spades, I'm mastering archery
Venculi, venicular, particularly the vernacular
Specifically to fit so when I spit, it's spectacular and accurate
When I attack, I'm more legend that Acura
Flip Bloomberg the bird bitch, more blood than Blackula
More crip that cryptic scriptures, encrypted with backwards vernacular
Plus sicker than most and Glen Close in fatal attraction
I am that nigga for real, per capita
Smacking the rapper that uses the term swagger after
These three assassins get the ass-whipping
Prepare for a professional ass-kicking
Shape shift, spit hollow tip clips, mainly sick, ain't he?
Mind Control, make you shoot your best friend in the face
Dick Cheney, my life is like a documentary film
Depicted in black and white flicks grainy
Geronimo
I'm at Guantanamo Bay taking pic in a Captain Morgan pose
With my left foot on a pile of detainees screaming
"We Are Renegades, fuck you pay, me"
I be riding 'round with a stripper slash burlesque model
I make it pop like my cock in a Durex condom
I'm a opposite artist, I find irony, In going from being
Like a stone in grass to rocking the Garden
The same irony as going from fully automatic in the backyard
To having the whole machine behind me
I take my Australian bitch and show her some other things
She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain
Don't try to get familiar if I don't feel you in person
I'll flip the script and I accidentally kill you on purpose
The bat is what I'm flailing, I got so many furs
PETA gon' paint splash me when they see me
No matter what I'm wearing
Your bitch about to open up, sniff some blow off my dick
Guess you can say she on my coke and nuts
I'm on point like Chris Paul
You on point like and an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls
I'm 'bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes
And shuts shit down like a car when it stalls
I am the deadliest rapper, you claiming that you flow like water
But really y'all niggas Evian backwards
Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got
I'm knowing I'm hot, it's my show to stop holding my crotch
My whip cleaner that Amish men and honest inns
Two dimes with me like I'm a twin 'cause I'm a 10
You should never in your wildest dreams shit on a nigger
Police, eat a dick, straight up, you know why?
Clap, clap on, clap off
Clap at 'em and I do not mean applause
Rap nicer than Santa with no Claus
Trapped twice as bananas with no chorus
Uh, yeah, it's suicide murder
In the hood like catalytic converters
On the block like Lego in the streets like street light
Three Little Pigs is what I be on these beats like
In other words, the police
Say it, say it like Pac the police
Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground
Where little kids got it bad 'cause we brown
Now who am I? P-Monch from Do or Die
Nah, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down
I peep surveillance in the street every summer
You may not play lotto but you know these numbers
The 105th, the 103rd, my peoples in Queens doing 13
If we get the urge to get on some tall stock shit
My brain's a glock clip
My lames be on some 1-800, cops shot shit
Say we were gonna
Mmm, say we were gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the people gon' clap
Watch me clap to this
We went from niggas to porch monkeys
To negroes, to blacks, back to niggas again, yet niggas still hungry
Abolish the N-word, the plan's so corny
While homeland security cams are all on me
They watch through the fiber optics, it dawned on me
That cops can just run in your spot quick without warning
They educate the masses to follow, it's so boring
I sat in the back of the classes, asleep snoring
And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate
'Cause I lost my focus like Governor Patterson
And the ghetto is impossible to escape
And the first obstacle is this tapeworm in my abdomen
Spear-Chucker, fuck that, I tossed javelins
And $5, 000 bills in the face of James Madison
This is an American postmortem
To focus on your bogus novus ordo seclorum
Clap
Say we were gonna
Mmm, say we were gonna get it together
Yeah, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, one day
I said the people gon' clap
Watch me clap to this
Said the people gon' clap
Now everybody just, just
Come on
No respect, no manners
It's Mad Max with multiple max, mad banana clips
A black hammer that hits the back of a black talon
Slew a hallow tips through the wall of your blue silence
And selective theatrics, collective dramatics
I'm systematically pissed, clap automatics for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm just beside this, peaceful fanatics for peace
But you ain't got a pacifist
The Gospel, I
Spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then emphatically clap
At any obstacle, an impossible feat, the fathom is not logical
But chronical the thoughts of the people
Yes, how many gorillas who actually killas really rhyming
Artists that actually signed still killing
And when it comes to killing the mic
They not willing and I'm supposed to be shook
That's the shit that kill me
Take the bullet for Barack on the balcony and vanish
Extinguish the sun when I drew
Play pool with the planets
We are renegades, the movement outlandish
My shit straight from the soul
God damn it, it's the one time only
Vernacular original miraculous spectacular flow
Computer digital, I piss upon the pitiful
Ridicule the minuscule
Pharoahe Monch need to pump that ass like municipal
And listen to an enigma
The anomaly your momma nominated me phenomenal
I dominated without a 6-pack abdominal
You could get 19 put through that like Amadou
So what I'ma do is separate the false from the truest
You've amassed nothing trying to ball like U Mass
So phenomenal with mics I don't like myself
Sadomasochist MC, I bite myself but not cameo though
There's no Grammy to show for the love
That people hand me on the street, now over stand
Grade school mathematics examining thugs
They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jamming and drugs
I speak of world peace, war, famine, and flood
Watching Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud
Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood
If God shall choose that artist to be me
Let one verse of a song be a reflection of a pedigree
Better than your back catalogue recipe
The legacy by which the entire world remembers me
Quote, do not edit me, let it be said, I'm top 5, all time alive
Or we know that's misstated and so overused
So here's a overview of why I'm 6 feet over you
And a million fans think this statement is so overdue
And pardon if it sounds a little wheezy
Not Wayne, motherfuckers I got asthma, it's not easy
Shotgun lyrical; cock back, squeeze me
Women case my anatomy, touch me, tease me
Please seize the moment in the struggle against Lucifer
Renegade 13, the Executioner, spit with a crucifix
So that you can expect the rant from Pharoahe Monch like Mucinex
Get used to it, get used to wisdom
[Chorus - Mr. Porter]
I said I ain't gangsta even though I grew up in the hood
I just wanna feed my people, so misunderstood
Struggling (struggling), hustling (hustling), trying to make it right
I just wanna spread the light to help us free our minds
[Break]
Well oh yeah, you are now in tune to www dot fuckthemmotherfuckersradio
Where you will only hear racial shit
[Verse 1 - Pharoahe Monch]
E pluribus unum, all seeing eye, ocular exam
The apocalypse, back by popular demand
Innocuous but still leave a stage with blood in my hand for the populous
Put a fist in the sky
"Licensed to kill" italicized into my ID or "Rocky Illuminati"
Haile Selassie Karate, John "The Beast" Mugabi
King Jaffe in the lobby with the fur made of a lion
The eye of hoarse mouths, I am vibrant
Prominent constellations of Orion (whoa!)
The reason why my stars are in alignment (uh)
The renegade, Allahu Akbar, rock star
Tossing homemade grenades, CD's at NYPD cop cars
Just to get the revolution to pop off
Fraudulent stock, funded with Louis Vuitton knock-offs
Hijacking helicopters, detonate your metropolis
While I'm in the cockpit, politicking like Stephanopoulos
And my oesophagus is quite atomic when I vomit
It's bioengineered urbanomics
The formula: truth divided by innovative ebonics
Times smooth lime, crushed ice and a splash of tonic
Nigga my past lies are astronomic
Smoking hash in a cathedral with Nostradamus
At mass, discussing Martin Luther's "Free at Last" speech
Step on my British Walkers get your ass beat
They said, please do not run too fast, stay off of the leaves
Do not play in the grass or climb the trees
You can't breathe, let alone you get stung by bees
Lord Jesus, your chest just might freeze up
13 months old with a lung disease
That almost took my life twice, brought me to my knees
A system not designed for you to achieve
Police squeeze, library lies, a teacher deceives
But I rose to the top of my class like cream
Or like the Lakers in the '80's, so worthy, I'm Kareem
Not MTV but my sweet 16's
Married the mic, a love supreme
I'm clear it was a miracle the way I whetted the rhythm
Spiritual looking back at it, a lyrical exorcism
A half of the Afro-American dream
To rap or quarterback for a professional team
I'm still standing, yeah, I'm still here, I'm still standing
Still standing, I'm still here
(Still standing, yeah, still standing)
Still standing, I'm still here
(Still standing, yeah, still standing)
Still standing
I have no dead bodies to claim, never been a trigger man
Crack, never pedaled that, opposite of Jigga man
Doubled my expectancy, can you believe it?
Look, no bullet wounds, not paraplegic
Still standing like the pledge of allegiance
Moves made both emotional and strategic
My heart disintegrated into million pieces
Listen, that's life, deal with it
Press reset, download pain, write a thesis
Performed for millions, Brazilian visas
I got transcontinental indigenous divas
That speak multiple languages for unspeakable reasons
And still there are places that I never been
Like the Statue of Liberty, my knees will never bend
Except for when I'm speaking to God it feels like halftime
I'mma reach for the stars, I'm still standing
Still standing, I'm still here
(Still standing, yeah, still standing)
Still standing, I'm still here
(Still standing, yeah, still standing)
Still standing
Now I, I've seen some heartbreak in my life
And some burdens almost broke me down once or twice
But I held on, on to my faith
And I would never change a thing that brought me here today
'Cause it helped me grow and it helped me know
Which way to go and which way to not go
And I'm so grateful, yeah, I'm so grateful
'Cause I'm still, I'm still
Still standing, I'm still here
(Still standing, yeah, still standing)
Still standing, I'm still here
(Still standing, yeah, still standing)
Still standing
Standing in the light
Standing in the light
Standing in the light
Yeah
[Chorus]
Call me the hitman
It's kind of hard ain't it?
With most fear becoming the game
We became it
So I painted the masterpiece in this container
Is gotta lithograph so it was glass so frame it
Say it again
The hitman
The hitman
Say it
Some people say I'm extreme broadcast to beams
Live to the means
Screaming as Jimmmy Ivy
Corrupt as Don King
Boxed into the ghetto
To be the champion of bling
Industry is the arena the internet is the ring
You trained the artist from queens
Swing me at the fiends?
Def Jam supreme team the same thing
Except more it's more critical now
It's digital Cocaine
The goal is to control every individual brain
Like Cadillacs for contracts in the sixties
The contract 3-60
The trick?
Switch to degrees of 3 6s
You see who receives the riches
Which is the reason why they is only a few moguls
Clover the pioneer left in a chokehold
. enough to make the individual .
Watching these old folks get fucked for their vocals
Say it again
The hitman (repeat)
[Chorus]
Call me the hitman
It's kind of hard ain't it?
With most fear becoming the game
We became it
So I painted the masterpiece in this container
Is gotta lithograph so it was glass so frame it
Say it again
The hitman
The hitman
Say it
If you are not performing felatio for radio rotation
What's the ratio for radio play at your station?
If you are not paying to play your record is dead
Puts a whole new spin on Radiohead
They gotta 1000 plays a week
We selling the same units
They put their best rep up
The couldn't stand next to it
People wanna relate they wanna connect to it
Here's a lyrical check
Is this enough for you to flex to it
Huh?
Or do you need more clues
Should I be more black
Would that change your view?
Should I dye my hair blonde should my eyes be blue
Just a couple more questions I mustered up for you
These are 11 inch shoes you can't fill those
I make headlines like corduroy pillows
And probably get banned from television and marketing
Targeted by music industry the politic provocative
[Chorus]
Call me the hitman
It's kind of hard ain't it?
With most fear becoming the game
We became it
So I painted the masterpiece in this container
Is gotta lithograph so it was glass so frame it
Say it again
The hitman
The hitman
Say it
Say it
The HIT-man
It's kinda hard
Let's release sex tapes so we can become stars
Nude photographs of tities and asses
Impress the masses
I thought she was supposed to be so passive
Now you just another ass in the air with an asterisk
Cell phone songs, you'l never be a classic
They call that remastering?
What does it have to be so drastic?
Chemical skin pill makes it sound more plastic
Follow the program man
Stick to the classics
They want Slap stick
Before it all goes tisk-tasket
This might take a few you listen
Before you grasp it
Okay, yeah
We are renegades, this means W.A.R.
16's bust to break unjust laws
Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause
Renegades never slaves, this means W.A.R.
100% uncut raw
Fuck limited freedom, nigga, we want more
The machine is corrupted down to the core
Rebel army, muthafucka, this means W.A.R.
I got a middle finger for mass media, mute the news
'Cause when the gun draws, received a million views
Which gives me the right to break the rules
Say, "Fuck radio" if the people can't pick and choose
While B.E.T. gets screwed by Viacom
The new revolutionary-ish I am on
It's not brush fire rap, it's 5 alarm
Motivational music after I am gone
My inner visions, mysticism call me Mr. Wisdom
They wanna turn the globe into a prison
And being sick is better than being dead
'Cause when you're sick and in bed, you're indebted to meds
Cloned chickens walkin' around without heads
The food is contaminated, the water got lead in it
Population control, make the babies sick
RFID chips, RU-486
This is a war against consciousness
Controlling your soul, sort of a physiological dictatorship
And we are on the front line
Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime
Say, we are renegades, this means W.A.R.
16's bust to break unjust laws
Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause
Renegades never slaves, this means W.A.R.
100% uncut raw
Fuck limited freedom, nigga, we want more
The machine is corrupted down to the core
Rebel army, muthafucka, this means W.A.R.
Alhamdulillah, it's a spiritual calling
My ode to Neda, we are still mourning
It's not a documentary about global warming
This is lunar explosions, a global warning
For when the moon bleeds, you can't tell night from morning
Cities submerged underwater, post New Orleans
It's not your average rap recording
This is insane lieutenant's taking aim at Mormons
While the American brain remains dead and dormant
My stimuli supplied by my endorphins
The mind's eye greater than pi and broadband
I break on through to the other side without doorman
It's not The Doors, man
I am equipped with a better memory chip than dolphins
With more keys to open more doors than 4 foremen
To executive floors where they're walkin' on all fours, man
K-9's standin' upright amongst you
Aided by swine spreadin' the H1N1 flu
On some rabies shit, RU-486
Population control make the babies sick
This is a war against consciousness
Controlling your soul, sort of a physiological dictatorship
And I am on the front line
(Come on)
Guilty as charged if intellect is a crime
Say we are renegades, this means W.A.R.
16's bust to break unjust laws
Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause
Renegades never slaves, this means W.A.R.
100% uncut raw
Fuck limited freedom, nigga, we want more
The machine is corrupted down to the core
Rebel army, muthafucka, this means W.A.R.
I'm too high to get over, too low to get under
Let my people go
I make them feel so good, you don't need to wonder
Let my people go
I take away the storm cloud, the rain, the thunder
Let my people go
Hey, somebody say
Let my people go
Somebody say
Let my people go
Spit miraculously, sip Dracula's blood
Exist for centuries, the body chemistry
Mends wounds, heals injuries
My ministry leaves the industry in a tailspin
I push the envelope like U.S. mail men
We need a leader who is not mischievous
Devious from Satan's grip he'll lead us
Walk with track, the fact are actracecious
In fact the raps are packed with facts that teach us
Reach us, easily leaves emcees speechless
Read from the palm of the non believers
Some of them wonderin' how they become under achievers
One of the best, the perennial keynote speaker
My guidance, you want it
Come get it, I'll flaunt it
And I will show you a way
So let my people go today
I'm too high to get over, too low to get under
Let my people go
I make them feel so good, you don't need to wonder
Let my people go
I take away the storm cloud, the rain, the thunder
Let my people go
Hey, somebody say
Let my people go
Somebody say
Let my people go
They tryin' to sell lies to the people, huh
Knowin' it's hard time for the people, huh
I'll knock your ass unconscious, put it up on YouTube
Then film the sequel so it's free for the people, huh
Go ahead and download it, I'mma teach you how
P as a prophet, a pastor, a preacher
With indisputable logic full blasting through your speaker now
I'm tryin' to learn your monk ass, I'm tryin' to reach you now
And still you're like, who's this dude
With turning fix shape the game like Rubik's cube?
Chicks seem brolick now, ruthless too
Spit the gospel on wax when he chooses to do
Damn
Open your eyes, man, you've been bamboozled
By the usual plans, hit up the middle like Stan Musial
If y'all are tellin' me today's music is suitable and appealin'
Then I'm tellin' you the feelings are not mutual
I'm too high to get over, too low to get under
Let my people go
I make them feel so good, you don't need to wonder
Let my people go
I take away the storm cloud, the rain, the thunder
Let my people go
Hey, somebody say
Let my people go
Somebody say
Let my people go
Young children, pull your pants on up
Who want's to see the crack of your ass and see your butt?
You need to let all the people go
Pass the collection plate and give me all of my dough
And if you're wonderin' what's under my robe
My old rusty ass 38 snub nose
And just in case you thinkin' that my shit don't work
I say, go on and try robbin' my church
Too high to get over, too low to get under
Let my people go
I make them feel so good, you don't need to wonder
Let my people go
I take away the storm cloud, the rain, the thunder
Let my people go
Somebody say
Let my people go
Hey, somebody say
Let my people go
I'm too high
(I'm too high to get over)
I'm too low
(I'm too low to get under)
I make you feel so good, you don't need to wonder
(Make me feel so good, you don't wonder)
Let my
Let my
Let my
Let my
Let my people
(Let my people go)
Let them go
I was determined as damaged
Psychologically and still managed
To gain a new perspective on the terms
Surround yourself with greatness
Found myself standing in a room full of mirrors
And even my reflections
Disrespects you like a freshmen during hazing
What an amazing assessment
The police book me for book smarts
But who the promoters book now?
Raise the bar so high
That the bar is afraid to look down
Spend nights in a castle
At dawn I'm a King
Play pawn to a Queen
Put her throat in the tabernacle
So actually you should build
A statue of my likeness
In the center of the city
(The women riddled with rose petals)
No justice, no peace, no settle
We Are Renegades, fuck your gold medal
The people are the majority
You can't survive without us
You need us attitude, never defeat us
Rebels, so please believe us
War on the streets of Egypt
My vocals a total eclipse of Totalitarianism
You seem to mistreat us
So this is calculated amalgamation
One shot fired inspired
By hope to arouse a nation
Yeah Yeah
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Figure a trigger happy nigger with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles [Argh!]
High off coke, with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street of Angeles
with a manuscript, and professional ass whipping
Task force, brass nuckles a master in ass kicking
If you ask for it I'll blast for it you back-flipin
No one saw it I won't stop the clock ticking
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight me
The world's a merry-go-round I stereotype niggers
He's a spit in the face for pitbull and bite niggers
Matter of fact, I kinda like this cat for a white nigger
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
I got the project sorta locked they trust my logic
'cos the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram blind ya optics
You cannot stop this mission this topic
'cos you can write tickets my nigger or get paid
Learn this game in the streets or get slayed
collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you
how easy it would be to take the city by storm with the whole force behind you
Shorty in the trunk and on my ankle there's a 9 too
'cos psychologically the guns you use will define you
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
These evil streets don't sleep
Be careful with who you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bi-lingual
Jokes so brief-o
{not sure of this line}
I'm Favo leaving enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mill and you're fucking the deal up
Trying to play the hero cop and you still suck
Put you to bed with one in your head you won't feel much
(Repeat 2 X)
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
Fuck You [Fuck You] Fuck You [Fuck You]
[chorus]:
It doesn't take your eyes to see
What the pain won't take away
When they take that fear away
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by the grand illusion
They're never gonna let you see it
'Cause if they did, we'd all be free, yeah
We're just caught up in the mass confusion
Confused by the grand illusion
[verse 1]
We were told that the hell below was a fiery inferno
I rediscovered my soul between the lines inside my journal
Trapped in a pen state of mind yo paternal
External gratification is not happiness eternal
Interject, intellect, intercept, internet
A slave majority where 5% benefit
PhotoShop amateurs, retouched photography
Pornography, sodomy, child labour economy
Put away your hope, same political policies
2010 only minus the Space Odyssey
it's gotta be a better way, we pray to hit the lottery
We all need a the-rapist...
For the robbery of our God and official public apology
An angel plotted to have Organized Konfusion
You fell for the delusion, I'll expose the movement
Illusion...
[chorus]
[verse 2]
Professional analyst, rhetoric, rambling
Symbicort, Advair, Albuterol, Ambien
I change the channel on commercials when I'm channeling
Everybody's a star, lights, cameras
17, 000 times a day the human eye blinks
Making us even more subjectable to the hijinks
iPhone, iChat, who gives a fuck what iThink?
One world currency, doesn't matter where I bank
There is no pot of gold at the end of a mythical rainbow
We're uneducated contestants, life is the game show
Your leader is the host, the results are painful
The judges weave a web in which we all get tangled
Their only contribution to the world is a delusion
Which has no physical power, I offer you a solution
Pharoahe Monch the antonym for translucent
Lyrical revolution, I'll expose the movement
Illusion...
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