[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.
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh. Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo, Duke, yo, son, check it. Y'all been, I been peepin'. A lot of people's steelos lately, y'knahmsayin'?. (Me too, no doubt, no doubt).
South Side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle. A kid got stuck for a buck under the trussle. Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle.
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain can't even rest.
First verse: prince poetry. . I be the prince, mastermind of lyrical bomb threats. Green beret just to take it to the next. Lets, observe this worldwide, what's the status?.
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain, can't even rest.
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain, can't even rest.
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism. Which gives a response, for the automatic. Clip to release projectiles in single file. Forcing me to ignite then travel through the barrel.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would very much appreciate it. (Yes indeed). If you add a tad bit more mids. And a little more lows to the mic.
Somehow, someway. We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day. Somehow, someway. We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day.
*sounds of a baby crying*. . *pharaohe monch whining*. . Pharoahe:. . God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads. They can't fuck with me, I try to explain to the name won't misses.
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).
Aww, man, you like the best thing I've seen all day. I'm saying, "Give me a moment. One minute, one minute. Aww, come on, sis". . Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up?.
Don't forget to do that thing for your mother, Roosevelt. Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, alright. . Running upon the jagged edge, fuck the rough life. When you have to gain much respect.
As you look from whenceforth I come, riding the wind. Thus eliminating competition from bird's-eye view. I'm descending in helicopters, in a village raid.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe. Right, right. Brother, why don't you explain. How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?. . Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'?.
I stand here before the forces of evil with a style. The poetically God-gifted child. Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical soldier. Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder.
Capital P to the R to the I to the N to the C to the E. To the P to the O to the E, try harder, don't bother. Prince Poetry, the man not a myth. I'm not the type that you can walk up and eff with.
There's just too many rages. Too many infinite screams at night, we're living in concrete cages. Another child is doomed to be torn in his mother's womb.
Uhh, turn it up, hah, uhh, yo, check it. Now add it up, uhh, add it up, uhh. . Check it out, we're like. Three LP's precise from my Five Deadly Venoms.