*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 fucks 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 niggaz 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 niggaz who been shitted 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 penis
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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 fuck 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 niggaz what THE FUCK they want
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A holocaust, stompin niggaz 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 fuckin MC's
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The shit 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*
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Hell
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| Pharoahe Monch |
