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Internal Affairs
by Pharoahe Monch
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Overall Rating:
3.2212
Avg. Critic Score:
3.6000
Internal Affairs Lyrics
Lyrics
Disc
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Title
- 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 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 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!![x4]
- 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
- 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 hot, 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..
- I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
- Pondering the verses, fondling my balls
- Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
- Through an occupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
- Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)
- I snatch the kick, kick the snares, 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 invoving 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 crack in 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 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: 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.
- 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!
- [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*
- *modem dialing and connecting*
- [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*
- 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:
- 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!)
- [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)
- [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..
- 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
- And I know you will see the light
- Baby, once you
- understand, what you
- mean, to me, darling..
- [Pharoahe Monch]
- ";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
- Chorus
- [Pharoahe Monch]
- .. 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)
- Chorus
- .. 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
- Now I know you can see the light
- Baby, once you..
- [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..
- I seen it all through the eyes of a needle
- Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people
- Niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about
- 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
- [Prince Poetry]
- Incarcerated Scarfaces 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 (snitch) I switch scenes
- 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 (shit) we just concern about
- 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
- [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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