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[Pharoahe Monch] Comin ahh, comin ahh I`m comin like a redneck trucker! Watch your back *screech* you can`t steer it Face the bass; crumb you RUN when you hear it It`s the most incredible rap individual style piles up, like drug cases in Queens Country Criminal Court, shorty, step back Nigga you oughta watch it, my whole herd`s packin FUCK rappin, let`s take it to the corner of the block and battle with the (techs) and the (glocks) But if you would like it to the stage and mic it C`mon dere, that`s how I like it, UHH Hit me in the face why don`t ya Prince Po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll Pharoahe, I`m no slave to a rhythm I whip it Then I take it`s name and change it`s religion Then I chop the foot off the fuckin beat for trying to escape the track, now it`s obsolete That`s just the state of mind that I`m in when I...
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I, I used to play beats on the lunchroom table This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my MIND Thus allowing me to CLIMB and then SHINE This is a process that will occur in DUE TIME Bust, everything I thrust is activated Styles I file are not decaffinated, I`m rough Tougher than Tonka, why I even electrify the sky as if I was Blanka Kids follow me and my Phillies like Willy Wonka Silly, I assault and conquer, the cult and brainwash and squash your little minds with rhymes Rhymes that are rituals So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark brain cells Not to sell units, you know They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock for the periodical table of contents symbol AU Hey you, you can`t deny when I bust caps the whole block scatters Scraps of matter shatter mad glass and what not Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin Then I`m proceedin up the block with Prince Po, renegade Raps shatter shows like grenades I rip your shit like Sinead when I...
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Pa-pa-pa power power, AUGH, I got the power Gimme a pen and a pad I`ll be back in an hour with some more fat shit, I tell your empty mind Teachin I`m kickin the poor black shit now La-Di-Da, I flip it La-Di Live at a Mardi Gras, or even at a party Give me Bacardi (hah) I smoke blunts Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna pump em full of *BLAM* I never ask the crowd to "Jump" I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind Flippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses The M-O-N-C-H-E I drink, forties of brew with the crew that rolls deeper than the Mediterranean HERE COMES THE RAIN AGAIN! Flowin on my head like a memory, now I got energy That`s for the enemies, that`s in the industry who don`t wanna be friends with me, I say fuck em Suck my dick, from the back with a crazy straw, you lazy whore Do that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha did No chief, no heads Mooley, what am I an asshole?
[Prince Poetry] Asshole! What am I?... AHH! UHH! MMM, HAH!
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