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Ooooooo OOOooo freedom x3
For me.... And before I'll be a slave I'll be buried in my grave And go home to my God and be free.... |
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| 2. |
| 3:12 |
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Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Hereos 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 (Pharoahe Monch) 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 Chorus (Pharoahe Monch) 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 unaninmous 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 |
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| 3. |
| 3:31 |
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Heheheh.. hey yo..
There's a place I know where the bitches go Where they rob you for you 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 threw 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 Dunn got the 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 got all rude 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.. ohhh!" 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 Sunsplash 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, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" 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 ??, when the block be hot in.. what we talkin bout.. Queens, Queens Uhh, c'mon uhh C'mon.. uhh uhh I know where people go.. Where you can cash dough and chill on the low.. |
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| 4. |
| 2:35 |
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(woman screaming)
I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall Pondering the verse, fondling my balls Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches) I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline 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 cresendo When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno 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. (scratches) She had the nerve to take the case to court knowin' I rape for sport Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin' With my coat over my shoulder sittin' Browsin' pornography (uhh!), the stenographer smilin' the whole time While jotting 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 cracking a safe What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it To hell wit' 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 pretty 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: 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 right, they ain't fuckin' it right They ain't fuckin' it like...ME. |
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| 5. |
| 2:54 | 
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| 6. |
| 3:48 |
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(Pharoahe Monch)
Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding ?Permitted? 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 ? 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 ?games in sororities? You already fucked up when you stepped up to bat Strike (one) strike (two) strike (three), that's that (Chorus) Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding ?Permitted? 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 Chorus (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 I'm commin wit the *scatting* |
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| 7. |
| 3:10 |
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(feat. Canibus)
(Pharoahe Monch) F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now For no formidable fights I've been formed to forget For Pharoahe 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 wit the axe-wheelers Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous Thirteen, OOOWWW, 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!)9x 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 wit no penis Martinez, probably Just as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae this is (Hell!) This is (Hell!)8x This is, this is, this is, this is This is, this is, this is, this is (Canibus) 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 wit 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 wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat Overdose that's extremely fatal Doctors in white labcoats 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 Je-sus, 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 Canibus to slice you from head to navel You banned from TV, banned from CD's Banned from DVD's and downloadable MP3s! *static* |
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| 8. |
| 4:30 |
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(feat. M.O.P.)
Ohhhh Hear me though They'll bury me with my SP-1200 (M.O.P): 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 (M.O.P): 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 Chorus 2X: M.O.P: SHOW NO MERCY Pharoahe Monch: For the love of this shit here niggaz are bloodthirsty Try M.O.P: LOAD P.M: Lock M.O.P : HAMMER P.M: Aim M.O.P: Cock , (or) Drop (changes a few times) (Lil' Fame) 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 (All): 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 (Ohhh!) 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!! (Chorus) (Billy Danze) 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 (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) 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 Chorus: |
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| 9. |
| 2:57 |
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Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?)
Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?) Yo Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) Yo (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!) Yo (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 muh'fuckin 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 (uh) showed me the rap game 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 - yea we got it indeed Yo actually I'm just tryin to eat FOR SURE - if you need it on tour Yea we ready to bleed I'm sayin God I'm just tryin to eat Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?) Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?) Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) Yo (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!) Yo (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 - yea we got it indeed Yo actually I'm just tryin to eat FOR SURE - if you need it on tour Yea we ready to bleed I'm sayin God I'm just tryin to eat Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?) Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?) Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) Yo (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!) Yo (WE RIGHT HERE!) |
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| 10. |
| 3:21 |
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(feat. Busta Rhymes)
(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 The next shit (x 16) |
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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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(feat. Apani)
(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 The ass! (4X) |
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| 12. |
| 3:37 |
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Uh-huh, alright, alright, alright, okay, uh-huh, a-yeah
[Pharoahe Monch] It was like the earth twisted around her She shifted the ground I was like, "Ohhhhh.. 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 Chorus: repeat 2X |
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| 13. |
| 3:17 |
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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 {blank} before Christ was persecuted 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 effervesence 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.. |
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| 14. |
| 3:57 |
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(feat. Common & Talib Kweli)
(Pharoahe Monch) Yo 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 cuz 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, cuz niggas got to live Said I got to get more than I'm given Cuz 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 Cuz 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?) cuz 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) You will find (7x) |
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| 6:16 |
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