Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
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Hereos turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
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to fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
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Flip, knock the wall out
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Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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What is a scorpion? A animal that stings, shit
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I'm like a bat with blood comin out the wings
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You should never in your wildest dreams
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shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of Queens
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Strong wicked, in the Lex on the celly
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Now you gettin fucked without the K-Y Jelly
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How I made it you salivated over my calibrated
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raps that validated my ghetto credibility
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Still I be packin agilities unseen
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F'realla my killin abilities unclean facilities
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For more than military tactics obscene extreme confidential
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My exterior serene with the potential of a killin machine
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Ex-marine you drag queen, we tag team
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Queens finest the alliance defiant we bag fiends
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The FUCK you lookin in my face for nigga?
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I mace mics and then lace the bass with figures
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Chorus
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[Pharoahe Monch]
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Decapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the truck
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Exasperate the life of his man and then pack it up
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Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches
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If she manages to damages, put her in bandages
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The amateurs - bananas is the unaninmous way we choose to live scandalous
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Even with doorknobs you couldn't handle this
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Pharoahe's the host, the audience, and the motherfuckin panelist
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My mic's equipped with laser sights so that the man'll miss
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Never you Devils, my level's that of a high evolutionary rebel
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Third rock from the sun to me is only a pebble
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You comin with the corn shit that get forwarded
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like bitches lickin clitoris in a porn flick
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Behind Closed Doors
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| Pharoahe Monch |
