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*modem dialing and connecting* |
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[pharoahe monch] |
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F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now |
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For no formidable fights i've been formed to forget |
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For pharoahe ******s familiar foes first |
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Befo' fondlin female mc's fiercely |
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Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies |
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My phonetics alone forces feeble mc's into defense on the fly |
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Feel me, for real-a |
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Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas |
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Make the whole world feel us |
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From the crack to the cap peelers |
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To the ******z in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers |
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Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous |
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Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!! |
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To all my ******z who been ******tted on, let's get it on |
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Think i'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on |
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The desk of any redneck record exec |
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I strike em wit the right hand send em a step |
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And this is (hell!) this is (hell!) |
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This is (hell!)9x |
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This is hell, incest kids under pressure |
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In the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser |
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A hundred cc's of the uncut cleanest |
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In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous |
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To the left, we have right wing extremists |
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On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no ****** |
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Martinez, probably |
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Just as raw as lady saw esocidae this is (hell!) |
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This is (hell!)8x |
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This is, this is, this is, this is |
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This is, this is, this is, this is |
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[canibus] |
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Yo yo i feel like i'm one of the livest |
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One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers |
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And i plan to graduate wit honors |
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But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit alzheimer's |
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Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the ****** they forgot us |
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After we done recorded dozens of albums |
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And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us |
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We givin ******z what the ****** they want |
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A holocaust, stompin ******z wit a thousand man march |
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I ain't livin in hell, hell's livin in me |
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That's why i'm always screamin on you ****** mc's |
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The ******t that i quote, float wit the buoyancy of a boat |
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Wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat |
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Overdose that's extremely fatal |
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Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you |
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You can't breathe, your chest feels painful |
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Your skin color's goin from dark brown to beige-blue |
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Your whole room's full of angels |
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All in your ear tryin to tell you which god you should pray to |
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You pray to je-sus, but he don't wanna save you |
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Cuz you unfaithful, so he gives you to azazel |
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You're paralyzed on the operatin table |
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Prayin for canibus to slice you from head to navel |
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You banned from tv, banned from cd's |
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Banned from dvd's and downloadable mp3s! |
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*static* |
