Pharoahe Monch

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

[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..

(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*

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....

(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:

(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*

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..

(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.

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!)

(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)

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

(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)

(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)

(Kweli talking)
Yeah...
Yeah! That's what I'm talkin about!
Let's do it... Kanye West, c'mon turn me up and
Black Thought, c'mon turn me up and
Pharoahe Monch, c'mon turn me up and
Talib Kweli in the house with

(Hook: Kanye West)
Guerrilla monsoon rap - all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat
We come through and all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya crew, give me dap like true dat

(Black Thought)
Yo, I hit these emcees with the grip of death like I was a Vulcan
Ain't a lot of "ifs" an "ands", it's just straight talkin
It's hard to swallow at times, so take portions
Bitin off more than you can chew, create offense
Emcee species endangered like dolphins
Rappers is spittin nails into they own coffins (c'mon)
Hear come the Dundee moves rocket-launchin (yeah)
Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him

(Talib Kweli)
Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly D - my rhymes is eulogy
A flea could move a tree, before ya think ya movin me
I black and blue emcees - actin new to me, get smacked stupidly
That lack skills, like the black community lack unity (uh)
Still my rhymes heard like Ali DePhrase
Step off the stage to shouts of "Kweli boomayyay!!"

(Pharoahe Monch)
See these four emcees came to get down
Rearrange the rap game, change ya whole sound
Nigga YOU, got ta, understand the plot ta
Movin and groovin and always improvin alot-ta
I'll outfox the, average Porsche Boxster talk
Break the bank on some old Frank Sinatra (New York...)
Slash Chi-Town, slash Philly
Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly

(Hook)

(Black Thought)
Okay... my sound drenches, each of the five senses
And hold the shock value of electrified fences
It's truth or consequences, ride wit us or against us
Is you a dedicated soldier, or you a princess, dog?
I'm in it to win it and not for the wealth
Got a crib with a Grammy and a gat on the shelf
Nan nigga competition, gotta battle myself
And me and Kweli on a mission, hittin' Pharoahe for help

(Talib Kweli)
From natives walkin in trail of tears to players sippin Belvedere
We always comin well prepared, and all my dogs' smellin fear
PLUS, even my niggaz from the Bay they say you hella-scared
Truth or consequences, and all senses be well-aware
Your style - under-developed there, hell if I care
What hardship you claim to see, but I can tell by your stare
Nigga you fool gazin, sayin ya crew blazin
like sayin Miss Cleo is a true Jamaican, we makin...

(Pharoahe Monch)
Guerrilla monsoon rap, smell the fumes, get in tune wit it
When I attack your city, y'all gon' think Dr. Doom did it
Spit it like white trash in seed-spittin contests
With a vendetta that sent a betta letter bomb to Congress
I'm pissed - cumulus clouds of ominous
Words of the Thor, the rawness that'll restore ya calmness
Unless, you wanna be leg and armless
That's parapaleg' for those who believe in bomb threats

(Hook)

(various ad-libs til fade)

feat. Justin Timberlake, Pharoahe Monch & Will.i.am)

[Pharoahe Monch:]
Dear Mom,
Alana's in her second trimester
Stressed out
'Cause I'm gone, she acting all extra
We're happy cause she knows it's a girl
But we doubtful if we should bring another one in the world
An' the pic you sent with you and the kids is da bomb;
I'm keepin all my photos in my 23rd Psalm
My best friend Armani lost her arm at the border
Just tryin to restore a little peace and order, an'
It's strange cause she reads the koran
Torn between what side she needs to be on
Haven't slept for days
I squeeze Visine
Cause no man's eyes should see what I've seen
Soldiers lost their mind
Robbin, pillagin
Tomahawk missiles into civilian villages
And they ease the pain with narcotics
I'm scared but I'm tryin to remain patriotic

[Justin Timberlake:]
My father
Forgive us cause we know not what we doin
And my brothers
How we gonna tie up all these loose ends?
And my mother
Tryin to use ev'rything you taught me to keep it movin'
And my brothers & sisters
How we gonna tie up all these loose ends?
[Pharoahe Monch]
New message from mom, at
Bringbackthetroopsdot-com:At
Home they 'Nam
So sad you had to miss Shavonne's prom
Just some songs off the Marvin Gaye Whats going on album
And her smile lit up the room
She asks me
If at night when she stares at the moon
Is it possible at the same moment of time
You're starin' as well? 'cause you two were in tune
Your dad's Purple Heart now hangs over his ashes,
An' Trini's alive and wake up with hot flashes
They say the disease's gastric --
Have yet to explain the migraines and rashes
And have you seen what the price of gas is?
We can't afford the property taxes
We just want you back at home
Where you belong with your family
You're the backbone

[Justin Timberlake:]
My father
Forgive us 'cause we know not what we doin'
And my brothers
How we gonn tie up all these loose ends?
And my mother
Tryin to use ev'rything you taught me to keep it movin'
And my brothers & sisters
How we gonna tie up all these loose ends?

Tell me how can we live this way
We've gone so far astray
No one knows what to say
We got young peoples lives at stake
What is it gonna take
For us to find a way?

[Will.I.Am:]
The world is changin
We in danger
'cause We ain't changin
Our behaviour
We behave like
Calm is nothing
Aint concerned with
Repercussions
Aint that somethin
Check 'em out now
Pointin fingers
When they know how
We got to this point of terror
Precaution could have
Made the road clearer
But we stuck with
Mediocre leadership
So we'll just suffer
Who knows what the
Hell is going on
With conflicts they keep on growing
It's a fucked up situation
When you ain't got no education
On the problem
Or know what its about
You gotta help me out

Oh!
Oh!

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.

Oh!
Oh!

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?

Thank you very much. Goodnight.

Unh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh!

(Hook)
Said it's my desire!! Yes it is! yeeeaaah
Yes it is, yes it is, oh yea....

Comprehend the guidelines
My chest out, chinchilla'd or relaxed on the sidelines
I'm so famous, understand
New York City respect my game like Joe Nameth
And I protect my name like yo' 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, knowin' the soul is still missin'
Who am I? I'm the poetical pastor
Slave to a label but i own my master
Still get it poppin' without artist and repertoire
Cause Monch is a "Monarch", minus the A & R
When my brain excels
Your train derails
Pop shit, make you feel the 'Clipse'/clips like Pharell
You will feel me
You will admire
My struggle
My hustle
My soul
Desire

(Hook 2)

(Hook)

Said its myyyyy desire
yeeaaaah

My book's an ovary, the pages i lust to turn
My pen is the penis, when i write the ink's the sperm
Desire - the fire that ignites the torch that burns
This is not rocket science, this is easy to turn
My mic's a gavel, when i talk court's ajurned
Respect, even if you was 'ashes' you couldn't 'urn'
I embody antibiotics, you are infected with germs
Rap's fatally ill, please get concerned
Players pick turns to play, get burned
I telecommentate the game like Chick Hearn
This is the moment of truth for my opponent's ?alliance?
Vocals alone evoke the emotion of black choirs
Fire, you don't wanna get burned like Richard Pryor
Move back, who's that there, the livewire
You will feel me
You will admire
My struggle
My hustle
My soul
Desire

(Hook 2)

(Bridge)
Thats my desire
Keep pushin'
Keep strivin'

My passion
My fire

{(Bridge), (Hook)} x3

I'm x10
I'm Free!!
Free!!
Free!!

(Hook)
You can take my ways, shackle and chain me
Back straight, standin' tall , child of God I'm (Free!)
Spit in my face, hold me down
I keep my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the plantation
Now switch that advance for your emancipation
You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to kill
They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of back streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to trade niggas like professional athletes
They'll take that merchandising
Snatch that publishing
Pack that black ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany, Dublin
A real rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets
They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'
Klan seen me on the block and said, "Freeze!"
I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"


(Hook)

Ok...

(Verse 2)
I give birth to verses in churches with no confession
So please pardon my postpartum depression
A-list MCs can spit it in C-sections
For immature minds to get it with each lesson
Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you discussin' publishing figures without a ?Man.?"
They got digital codes on the music for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you payin' the clan
Now Google Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'
I peeped the future in my sleep
To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)
Cause i believe they put the virus in the latex
Condoms that they sell us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even face yet


(Hook)

(dialog between erykah and lil girl)
-you're beautiful you know that?
-uh huh
-do you know that?
-yes
-you do?
-um hmm
-you know when them 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 thought how much does gender play
rememberin' such hatred at this tender age
if i could send a mental page
my thoughts would end the rage
reminiscin' of the looks to her in class
i gave my eyes would say

hook (erykah)

hold on, im sure
theres so much more, to live for
if you hold on, things'll change
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

please be willing to fight for your will to spite
writings from Will-i-am lynch
mill-i-ons 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 ya 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 us broken ??advanted??
we shoulder the struggle
with the wieght of a boulder that muffles
the sound of provocative ????? 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...

3rd verse

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 Raekus
God is what you see now
when you peer inside her iris

erykah

diamond your so beautiful you can change this world if you want to girl oh ooooo cmon grow strong

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....

(One) One for the money
(Two) Two for the show
(Three) Three to get it crackin' in the hood (Let's Go!)

My rrrrhymes pop like them 9's they claim they tote
But they rrrrap lack luster shine
My shit bust like Busta RRRRhymes sniffin' lines of coke
(Wooooo Haaaaa!!) That's all she wrote
I'm on a quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes
Quirk ass MCs be as Queer as Folk
Talkin' about, "Nigga can rap!" - No shit sherlock
Y'all MCs can't see me like Matt Murdock
I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid
Any line of mine is criminal minded
I blind them with original rhyme shit
Fall in line with the set, cynical crime shit
Clinically approved for you to move your behind with, timeless
All world girls willin' to stride with Pharoahe, do you need to be reminded?
Now stick'em up a set
Get'em up a set
Put'em up a set
(Let's Go!)

(Pre-hook)
(Yeaaaaa, How we rock)
(Show them how we, Ro-o-oll)
(Ye-e-ea yea ey yea)(Let's GO!)

(Hook)
Line it up!
Light it up! Fire it up!
Wire me up, Let it blow
(One) One for the money
(Two) Two for the show
(Three) Three to get it cracking in the hood
(Let's Go!)

(Verse 2)
They research my stem cells, clone ten of me
Send one of them back in time just to get rid of me
Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies
Now thats new definition to your own worst enemy
Ock listen man
Stop snitchin' man
We use sex to cell
Then you to 'Nex-to-tel', then Sprint
Everything you represent is E-moral
'Singular'...not plural
You and your sidekick, get rid of that wack trio
I freeze MCs zero degrees below
The 'blacker the berry', the sweeter the juice
You need to get loose, to the heat i produce
From Long Beach to Boston
You chick 'Tex-us' like Dallas and Austin
I spark tireless illumination
Fire 16-bars of wireless communication
(Let's Go!)

(Pre-hook)


(Hook)


(Prehook)x2

(Verse 3)
(Scratches and mixes of Pharoahe Monch lyrics)
(Pharoahe's flows blows shows)
(The M-O-N-C-H)
(M-O-N-C-H)
(Y'all know the name)
(Let's Go!)
(Hallelujah! Pharoahe Monch will do ya)
(The M-O-N-C-H)
(Y'all know the name)
(Let's Go!)

(Hook)

Pushin', pushin', pushin', pushin'

I live my life
One day at a time
Hold 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'

I walked downstairs
And my body's light
Done 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'


Your weak-ass compubot 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 Ginobili"
I'm vocally unmatched, nobly
With the flow, slow on the ground
But mo' public than notary
Push, in this era of G.W. Bush
We must load mental ammunition and bust
Thus, I'm a hold you down, I got you
One more repetition I'm a spot you
This is for my blue collar workin', beer guzzlin'
Bootleg, DVD sellin', keep hustling
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
(Push, push, push, push)

[Verse 1:]
Liquor-way your fears
Don't run and hide
Just open up
Let me come inside
Earth is what heaven is
Once we get into it
It's no need to speak
Just want to do it
You feelin' depressed
Give it to me
Your stress
Give it to me
Uhh
Give it to me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Very provocative, plus a little deeper
You mind if I get a little deeper
Got something to share with you
I got wisdom to teach you
Sexiest spot, something to reach you
In the clothes you were born in
Late in to night, again in the morning
Say, schboo, your face, your taste, your skin, space, I'm in

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Seventies black zodiac poster positions
Venus and Mars is the god kiss the star system
Recepshirage dick is hard with the bard's rhythm
Stay up the paws, lick at guitars with the god's wisdom
It's starting to rain (yes)
Such a beautiful pain (give it to me)
Undisputable claims (give it to me)
For a suitable

[Chorus]

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
I cry but slowly you try, so slowly you die

[Intro]
In a time when we're spending billions of dollars in a war to control oil in Iraq
3,000 soldiers have come home in coffins
Hundreds of thousands of Iraq civilians have lost their lives
Our brothers and sisters in New Orleans are left homeless and hungry
They murdered Sean Bell
They murdered Amadou Diallo
They murdered Timothy Stansbury
And it's time to say NO MORE!
NO MORE!, NO MORE!, NO MORE!, NO MORE!

[Verse 1]
I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose
Here's your ticket (uh), hear the drummer get wicked
The crew to you to push the back to Black
Attack so I sat and japped, then slapped the Mac
Now I'm ready to mike it (huh)
Hear my favoritism roll "Oh"
Never be a brother like to go solo
Lazer, Anastasia, maze ya
Ways to blaze your brain and train ya
The way I'm livin, forgiven, what I'm givin up
X on the flex (hear me now)
I don't know about later
As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man I've had it up to here
Gear I wear got 'em goin in fear
Rhetoric said, it read just a bit ago
Not quittin, it signed the hard rhymer
Work to keep from gettin jerked
Changin some ways, to way back in the better days
Raw metaphysically bold, never follow the code
Still dropped a load
Never question what I am, God knows
Cause it's comin from the heart
What I got better get some (um hum)
Hustler of culture
Snakebitten, been spit in the face
But the rhymes keep fittin
Respects been givin, how's ya livin?
Now I can't protect a pad off the defect
Check the record of reckon
An intentional wreck
Played off as some intellect
Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws
Not my fault that they're fallin off
Known as fair square, throughout my years
So I growl at the livin foul

Black to the bone my home is your home
So welcome to the Terrordome

[Break]
Come on down (get down)
You can get it, get it, get it, get it
Come on down ...
You can get it, get it, get it, get it

Get down
You can get it, get it, get it, get it

[Verse 2]
There's a hole in an apple, an apple has been rotten
Scheme like a clan, I plan like Bin Laden
Supreme, screen writer, slit, script editor
Drop the LP, many hit like Nesbula
7 years later, it's the year of the Gods
United States government is just the facade
The Catholic church got ties with the Mob
I see it all like "The Wizard of Oz"
Now there's a yellowbrick road, the fame which is yours
If you only had a brain, you would know who you are
Poison your ventilation, cut your education
Secret information, world domination
Take over reservations
Trigger the energies in the oceans for tsunmais to control the population
Eyes of the sky, hit an observation
If your over 65 we'll take over your medication
Like give me that (give me that), form a line (form a line)
Go to war (go to war), press rewind
Cause when I get mad, I put it down on the pad
Give you somethin that you never had
Controllin, fear of high rollin
God bless your soul and keep livin
Black to the bone, my home is your home
Well welcome to the Terrordome

[Break]
Come on down (get down)
Get it, get it, get it, get it ...
Come on down
Get it, get it, get it, get it ...

Get it, get it, get it, get it ...

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

[Verse 1:]
Raps like Star Wars
Only the stars die, it's no sequels
B-3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killing 'em
We was duckin' roulettes in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand an underground bomb-cipritate
Get serious or die laughing like John Ritter
Young Eastwood, just tryin' to eat good
Breathe easy, relax
Mac like Fleetwood
Keep snoring
Keep sleeping, I'll keep touring
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 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
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"

[Verse 2:]
If I'm not home on the range
Catch me at the range, practicing 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 glovebox, 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"

(feat. Denaun Porter)

[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 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"

[Chorus]