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Rapid Eye Movement Lyrics - P.t.s.d. - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - Pharoahe Monch

feat. Black Thought 

 

It's not latin, or white, or black music 

It's that cooked up coke, crack music 

Black Thought and Pharoahe, the rap duet 

It's that lucid rapid eye movement 

 

My think tank's like a piranha tank think, multiple bites figure 

Mega, reality, tera, giga 

Grand Theft Auto, modern day Mickey and Mallory Small 

But I'm sick enough to walk into an art gallery and piss on a Picasso 

Crack statues, rub my balls on her face, shit on it, and throw it at you 

So when the beat intensifies 

I become emotionally desensitized 

Like, once I slapped a rapper with mace 

Then I spit acid in his face, after he rinsed his eyes, no wait 

I actually grew five times my size grabbed mace by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him 

Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism 

Attack is for battle, and practical rap with wisdom 

Actually, it's pragmatic capitalism for actors that crack under pressure and collapse when I get 'em 

Monch is medicinal man made medical marijuana 

With a phase plasma rifle like I'm searchin' for Sarah Conner 

And shorty's got brains, shorty not playin' 

I'm 40 blocks I'm a killa with 40 watt range 

With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged 

Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names 

That shall remain anonymous 

Me and the ammunition's in a relationship that's monogamous 

It's like I'm married to the silencer 

Until I file for divorce and release my ex-calibers 

Do art with your arteries, place that for my adversaries 

Put your snap back cap back, cap your capillaries like 

 

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Woefully twice as magnifying as ever hearing Chewbacca scream 

Through a megaphone with the significance of Dr. King 

Philanthropic 

Cause I'm trying to see man united without referencing UK soccer teams 

My philosophy prophecy, the opposite of Mephistopheles I incited isosceles(?) 

Sent to Earth to warn of environmental atrocities, and nobody can copy me 

Stop, it's not possible but probable that it's only philosophical mockery, strange 

Change copper to gold, switch properties, bang! 

Stay on top of the globe, flip monopolies, aim 

Take stock in the soul, spit properly 

 

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Take stock in the soul, spit properly 

That extended clip on my hip sits awkwardly 

I'm diabolical, follicle triggers that I cock and squeeze 

Sending shots to ancient Greece to pop Socrates 

I bear arms like button-downs without the sleeves 

Manic depressive and possessive like apostrophes 

My psychiatrist waive the doctor fees 

When I wave the pistol and say listen quick, watchin' me so I can breathe 

National Association for the Advancement 

Of drugs for performance enhancement 

And it's tough taking so many chances 

But I've been a bad seed from the womb, they call me ovary cancer 

And I got an ugly heart, although I'm totally handsome 

And I take the love of your life and hold her for ransom 

And my tactical cam (?) that never stood for any national anthems 

Was hood, I am the actual answer 

And I'll prove it 

Black attire, rapid fire, rapid eye movement 

I'm from a species that is higher, I am not human 

Extraterrestrial alien, a monster killer a (?) chillin' 

In a barrel of lobster 

Ex-Slave sadomasochist that gave the mass of my ass to kiss 

A dyin' breed, I'm the last of this 

Black is as miraculous as Jesus of Nazareth 

When I vocalize the crowd rise like Lazarus 

It's the Rhode Scholar, my cold collar piss off Peter 

Your hoes holla, he's on top of the bars 

Meet a Mr. Globe Trotter in my Adidas 

Pure cheetah, hoppin' out of this exotic European 4 seater 

Hollerin' cheeba cheeba like I'm park side 

Killin' is the dark side 

Villain, I'm God, I'm Godzilla 

Sometimes I'm Bob Dylan put blood on these tracks, for real 

So, God-willin' you'll feel what I'm spillin' 

Yeah, I never quit, I'm still syndicatin' up 

Me and Pharoahe Monch, still here for the benefit of us 

This is straight razor behavior, I never get enough 

Get the picture, my militia gettin' ignorant as fuck 

 

Yea, it's suicide murder 

Straight from the underground through the fiber optics 

Pharoahe, Black Thought, complete the cypher 

The movement outlandish 

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