Pharoahe Monch - Internal Affairs (1999) by Pharoahe Monch (보컬) on maniadb.com

Ooooooo OOOooo freedom x3
For me....

And before I'll be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave
And go home to my God and be free....

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Hereos turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
to fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip, knock the wall out
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out

(Pharoahe Monch)
What is a scorpion? A animal that stings, shit
I'm like a bat with blood comin out the wings
You should never in your wildest dreams
shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of Queens
Strong wicked, in the Lex on the celly
Now you gettin fucked without the K-Y Jelly
How I made it you salivated over my calibrated
raps that validated my ghetto credibility
Still I be packin agilities unseen
F'realla my killin abilities unclean facilities
For more than military tactics obscene extreme confidential
My exterior serene with the potential of a killin machine
Ex-marine you drag queen, we tag team
Queens finest the alliance defiant we bag fiends
The FUCK you lookin in my face for nigga?
I mace mics and then lace the bass with figures

Chorus

(Pharoahe Monch)
Decapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the truck
Exasperate the life of his man and then pack it up
Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches
If she manages to damages, put her in bandages
The amateurs - bananas is the unaninmous way we choose to live scandalous
Even with doorknobs you couldn't handle this
Pharoahe's the host, the audience, and the motherfuckin panelist
My mic's equipped with laser sights so that the man'll miss
Never you Devils, my level's that of a high evolutionary rebel
Third rock from the sun to me is only a pebble
You comin with the corn shit that get forwarded
like bitches lickin clitoris in a porn flick

Heheheh.. hey yo..

There's a place I know where the bitches go
Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low
in Southside.. Queens, Queens
Where if you say The Ave.
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math
in Southside.. Queens, Queens

I knew this nigga named Donovan
Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill God (word?)
Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees
and in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer
like a puzzle or a riddle - discoverin his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard OOPS
Son got hops, never knew he woulda threw it
Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it
A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans
Get taller and yo Donovan hey come around the block
Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds
food stamps, and still he was a champ
Time to get loot for boots and kicks now
Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now
His momma said, "Donovan why are you
on the corner of Linden," and got all rude
He said, "Momma listen close I'ma tell you one time
You're killin my high, plus I got a nine
All I be doin is puttin in work
so you can get a brand new dress for church
I know the Devil lurks outside, man it's cold
But I don't wanna get paid slow, and grow old
like poppa - plus I'm on parole I gotta
get paid off the streets, to make ends meet"
With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste
That night, rockin Nikes, eatin Mike'n'Ikes
Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small
Thinkin, "This time, next year, mom'll be able to.. ohhh!"
Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach - slow
Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash
In the melee they wet him like Reggae Sunsplash
Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride
with a smile on his face, the picture of pride
Blood comin from his mouth, now I'm at his side
Kneelin over Donovan's body before he died
Eyes - flutterin up and down in his head
And with his last breath this is what he said
He said, "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"
Then I closed his eyes

There's a place I know where the people go
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low
in Southside.. Queens, Queens
Where if you say The Ave.
People automatically know the path
You don't have to do the math
in Southside.. Queens, Queens
And if you got a glock, you could bust shots
like ??, when the block be hot
in.. what we talkin bout.. Queens, Queens

Uhh, c'mon uhh
C'mon.. uhh uhh
I know where people go..
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low..

(woman screaming)

I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
Pondering the verse, fondling my balls
Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it
Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)
I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline
Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
Maybe I might...switch! Let the witch live
The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge
Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo
When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacks
The instrumental elapses,
perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife
Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove
For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves

Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'

Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.

(scratches)

She had the nerve to take the case to court
knowin' I rape for sport
Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying
Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'
With my coat over my shoulder sittin'
Browsin' pornography (uhh!),
the stenographer smilin' the whole time
While jotting verbal photography
Her eyes mahogany
I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries
Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face
Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe
What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it
To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty
I knew she used to be pretty
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city

Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right
Ain't fuckin' her like...ME.

Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'

Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.

(Pharoahe Monch)
Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
?Permitted? behind the back like makin em all fiend
From my intricate ways to shake ya whole team
Official, Starter hit harder than Fort Green
No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Permitted behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team

My style, make the whole crowd Se-au
Like number 55 on the Chargers
I promise thee I Dodge a nigga like Raul Mondesi
Somberly stay calm, fighting Means like Natrone
The bomb, like Hail Mary's inflated wit napalm
RAP PLEASE US! Deliver scriptures similar to Jesus
That you couldn't catch if you was Ivan Rodriguez
So don't compete within the zone where the ? is
I'm on the phone in the luxury box like George Steinbrenner
The owner, makin you give your Diamond-back like Arizona
Winnin always Indian like Chief Nakahoma
Sock a nigga in his face, Pharoahe's the Sporting Authority
Blacks attracted to my rap like ?games in sororities?
You already fucked up when you stepped up to bat
Strike (one) strike (two) strike (three), that's that

(Chorus)
Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
?Permitted? behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team
Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Permitted behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate ways to shake ya whole team

Yo the realness stuck, females Blauch my Knob like Chuck
Dispense to standing in count commence to rebound like Buck Williams
Triple Crown threat to score, plus the bonus strange
Without the Rover, more range than Rey Ordonez
One of the MC's flip my kind of grammar on the break
Three on one like Phi Slamma Jamma
Serve a slot, a curve-splitter-knuckleball-spitter-change
Every rhyme hid a bitter note, quote "Get a game"
Not Allen Iverson, forget crossin-over shake men
Similar to Troy, I bring the pain destined to Aik-man
Break men off, take men out, make me wanna slander
Prime Time, my rhyme defense beyond Deion Sanders
I walk the earth with my Rod in this Strick-land
Promise, people thought I was Thomas Hearns the way I Hit Man

Chorus
(Official)

Yeah yeah, come on come on
It's Lee Stone, Pharoahe Monch for real
Wit the Official hip hop to kill
Know what's the deal, come on check it
Yo yo yo
Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Then hid it behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate way ta-ta-ta-ta yo yo
Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
The minute behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intircate way ta-ta-ta-ta
Yo, I stick around like hockey, now what the puck
Cooler than fuck, maneuver like Vancouver Canucks
In ya speaker, destroy your woofer, mids and tweeters
Not Wolverine but still I hold Claws like Shameeka
Water Boys get slaughtered automatic like Bobby Boucher
Push ya wig back like Marv Albert's toupe
Blaze a Trail like Portland on a track that'll amaze ya
Omnipotent on the D like Clyde Frazier
Slide, phase ya, glide get off the uhh
I'm commin wit the *scatting*

(feat. Canibus)

(Pharoahe Monch)
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights I've been formed to forget
For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
befo' fondlin female MC's fiercely
Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies
My phonetics alone forces feeble MC's into defense on the fly
Feel me, for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
to the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers
Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, OOOWWW, THE ILLEST!!
To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let's get it on
Think I'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on
the desk of any redneck record exec
I strike em wit the right hand send em a step
And this is (Hell!) this is (Hell!)
This is (Hell!)9x

This is Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser
A hundred CC's of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right wing extremists
On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no penis
Martinez, probably
Just as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae this is (Hell!)
This is (Hell!)8x
This is, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is, this is, this is

(Canibus)
Yo yo I feel like I'm one of the livest
One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers
And I plan to graduate wit honors
But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit Alzheimer's
Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of albums
And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us
We givin niggaz what THE FUCK they want
A holocaust, stompin niggaz wit a thousand man march
I ain't livin in hell, hell's livin in me
That's why I'm always screamin on you fuckin MC's
The shit that I quote, float wit the buoyancy of a boat
wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat
Overdose that's extremely fatal
Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you
You can't breathe, your chest feels painful
Your skin color's goin from dark brown to beige-blue
Your whole room's full of angels
All in your ear tryin to tell you which God you should pray to
You pray to Je-sus, but He don't wanna save you
Cuz you unfaithful, so He gives you to Azazel
You're paralyzed on the operatin table
Prayin for Canibus to slice you from head to navel
You banned from TV, banned from CD's
Banned from DVD's and downloadable MP3s!

*static*

(feat. M.O.P.)

Ohhhh
Hear me though
They'll bury me with my SP-1200
(M.O.P): FOR SHO
Fuck the trinity inseminate the earth now, take its virginity
In my vicinity rap is like energy pack
Sending me back behind enemy line to rap too melodic
Melodies never melodramatic but hipmatic like Jell-O fo fellow fanatics
I fiend for, who FUCK WITS, inappropriate
Fill em with so much lead I'll call
(M.O.P): BERGER AND ASSOCIATES
This rhyme, will remain in the minds of my foes forever in infamy
The epitome of lyrical epiphanies
Skillfully placed home we carefully plan symphonies
Who would be ignorant enough to have the audacity
to fuck wit the likes of I and my tenacity?
This is, what you, get when, you fuck,
with the, likes of, the magnanimous flows
of total assholes and ignoramuses
M.O.P. slash Pharoahe Monch cause damages
The advantage is we banish artists labels and managers
Amateurs found six feet deep, in metal canisters we

Chorus 2X:
M.O.P: SHOW NO MERCY
Pharoahe Monch: For the love of this shit here niggaz are bloodthirsty
Try
M.O.P: LOAD
P.M: Lock
M.O.P : HAMMER
P.M: Aim
M.O.P: Cock , (or) Drop (changes a few times)

(Lil' Fame)
Lil' Fame bring it live yo, that's what I strive fo'
I'ma settle this before you get to call 5-0
You wanna see me 4-5 blow?
Nigga put the phone down fo I dump 2 times 4
What you wan' cry fo? You know that my hammer is heavy
and it got kick like tae kwon do
Now you gwon die slow, I'ma show you how
to stretch a motherfucker if you wanna watch tae bo
(All): YO WE DOWN BY LAW
And when I hold this pound down fo
it's for me to put it down BY WAR
Shit is like downhill, I'ma make a nigga
smell the corpse from King's County Morgue to Brownsville
(Ohhh!) Wrap your hood, and wave the flag
for almighty Pharoahe, Fizzie Womak, and Danze
(GUNS UP) Guns down
(FROM SUN UP) To sundown
Make ya sing till ya a la la la la la la la tdow!!

(Chorus)

(Billy Danze)
I'ma put you cowards in perspective
If you lookin for child's play don't look my way
They have never gave me any credit
So I developed a homicide fetish, DEAL WIT IT MOTHAFUCKA!!
It's yo call
It's only seven ways a nigga usually fall I'm abusin em all
Now where the real comers please stand, get up against the wall
(Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!) YES YES Y'ALL
Make it easy on yourself, Danze don't sleep
When I catch you on a creep
I'll lift the ground right from up under your feet
That's word to 'Lah
Be a man and prepare to die
It's the return of the hooded soldier, your man shoulda told ya
(Be cautious if it's walking sideways!)
Intended to blaze (FIRST FAMILY )
And Pharoahe Monch, studyin criminal ways

Chorus:

Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?)
Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?)
Yo Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Yo (WHAT?!)

Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the.. yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo (WE RIGHT HERE!)

We can face the fuck off like hockey or Face Off like Travolta
Face off like car radios with the mind of Minolta
Face off like Treach if you're fuckin with Vin Rock
You still pop shit? I face off like fembots
And I'm the six million motherfuckin dollar man
with a six million muh'fuckin dollar plan
For thug niggaz and pimp players and drug niggaz
Your technique, I sweep under the rug niggaz
Out of Queens, shit I serve with the fiends and bug niggaz
I'm above niggaz, but all in all, I love niggaz
like my man Benny Rat (uh) showed me the rap game
Told me never to act sane on a record or rap plain
Now the name reign supreme, seen major creme
Rhymes, sicker than lyme disease and gangrene
I'm the most obligated, nigga creatin havoc
Check the meaning for Monch, the meaning becomes tragic
RAW - if you want it
RAW - yea we got it indeed
Yo actually I'm just tryin to eat
FOR SURE - if you need it on tour
Yea we ready to bleed
I'm sayin God I'm just tryin to eat

Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?)
Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?)
Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Yo (WHAT?!)

Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the.. yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo (WE RIGHT HERE!)

Basically y'all could get eight twice like Lynn Swann plus get ate like pussy
Get ate like Mickey D's after the hydro when you push me
Get ate like cannibalism and sliced surgical
In any extremity y'all get infinity vertical
Every line to word of mine will be verbally placed to murder you
The master, flippin convertible flows irreversible
Unobtainable to the brain it's unexplainable what the verse'll do
Pharoahe's the sperm your mind's the eggs I'm burstin through
Y'all heard of me, I pack macs and crack vertebraes
Leave niggaz with third degree burns and back surgery
Mics guns knives, pick declare which object, flip
Have niggaz runnin like the Blair Witch Project
RAW - if you want it
RAW - yea we got it indeed
Yo actually I'm just tryin to eat
FOR SURE - if you need it on tour
Yea we ready to bleed
I'm sayin God I'm just tryin to eat

Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?)
Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?)
Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Yo (WHAT?!)

Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the.. yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo (WE RIGHT HERE!)

(feat. Busta Rhymes)

(Busta Rhymes)
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
We bout to introduce the next millennium rap now
Pharoahe Monch (yea yea yea), Busta Rhymes (uh huh uh huh)
That'll bang your head shit (right right yea yea yea)
What you talkin' about yea

(Chorus: Pharoahe Monch + Busta Rhymes)

(Pharoahe Monch)
The next millennium rap now everybody listen
Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
Watch out! Cause this is a new world transmission
Permission to shine now our time to glisten

(Pharoahe Monch and Busta Rhymes)
The next shit (x16)

(Pharoahe Monch)
Yo yo yo, I scatter data that'll hammer niggas' catamaran then,
Around yaks cop figures like not stranded
The last batter to hit, blast shattered your hit
Smash any splitter or fastball, that'll be it
Didn't figure the ridiculous flow will hit vigorously
Triggerin' a rigorous amount of energy
That'll be definitely needed defeat a foe who retreated
Back, see no need to repeated it
Permission to shine, stop this and rewind that
Back, listen and find Pharoahe Monch, the rhymes phat
You run up on him without a gun I run up on 'em
Excel 'em, sell 'em verbally never seen me comin'

(Chorus)

(Busta Rhymes)
Yo Busta Rhymes, the imperial lyrical you heard
Kill like the one syllable word
The criminal of the lyrical killin' you pitiful
Niggas, leavin' you in a critical, destroyin' ya mineral
Back when I was scramblin' in front of the deli
Live on a celly, which was in a street rippin' on shiny for really
Now every milli-second I try to reckon with niggas for jackin'
Like they really thuggin' I ain't even checkin'
How niggas could try to act like they really them foul niggas
Fuckin' with now niggas, better bow niggas
For moderation niggas going to hibernation
While I legally chase the situation of hyper nation
Now that we credible I require a busy schedule
Collectin' federals being put on a pedestal
While we clean and we keep on your feedin', you know the meanin'
Start to holla and screamin' and teach you how to stop bleedin'

(Chorus)

(Pharoahe Monch)
10|pack a stadium and let's begin
9|new millennium rhymes by design now
8|get it straight no time to hesitate
7|universally bonded with all my present men
6|rub on ya titties, guys hold ya dick, yea
5|stop holdin' the wall and get live
4|yea yea yea 3 come on come on 4 3 2 1

The next shit (x 16)

(feat. Apani)

(Pharoahe)
Fuck it I shagged her, without the use of dissolve Viagra
Had her comin like Niagara Falls when I bagged her
on the cellular my genitalia pitched the pelvis
Uh-huh, when her hips gyrate like Elvis
She tried to scurry hurry to finish very alone
Tell my doggs what's necessary bout how I bury the bone
She said (When you ready to blast, don't ask, say when)
Had her screamin like lightin a nuke when I was halfway in
In the past I used to send em back, give em the minimum
Now I leave em with venom on they chin when I'm bendin em
Y'all know the name - get it engraved, sex slave
Stadium style, from the back, ass doin the wave (HEY!)
Yellin to me is a felony
Hell'll be froze over when I celebrate celibacy, case closed
My Dick Rules Everything Around Me, D.R.E.A.M., get the ass
without spendin the cash now, look at em
Standin tall with the veins all in it
Nuts ripped up with the brain all in it
My man Mike to see more Dick than Dastardly and Van Dyke
together help me make it through the pain struggle and the bad weather
Yo, be on your way on your lesbian quest
I'm chillin at the rest with Five Fingers of Death (uh-huh)
and a whole lot of cash
'Specially if y'all sisters ain't up in the..

The ass! (4X)

Ladies..

The dick! (4X)

(Apani)
Uhh, what
Vaginas diamond studded, you know you love it
Rub dick the right way, don't be cumin quick like express trains
Make your Jones crazy
Swallow bones but no babies, to stick this gotta lick this
Tonight's entre is cherries bombay
and thai-thai's flavored cafe latte
Broke-ass bumba claat let's rock can't play with mines
Need not ? danglin, pinchin my spine (ow)
Hangin ten with the best of wenches, that never flinches
Bench your game, part four won't score
Gotta hit the backboard, like it raw backdoor
Wanta pause hardcore porn style, ba-bay
Who do it better? Say my name backwards and spell each letter
Be havin grams of spasm, leavin on a stretcher
and ? wet and incredible, suction
punk-ass you're wack pumpin, ready to rupture
Bustin wildly like N.Y.P.D.
So typically we, wasn't ready for the fantasy freak
Don't sleep, privately I peep with devices
Energizers keep me vibratin in a crisis
Representin my bitches, throwin clitorises
like ventriloquistes limp, penises don't kiss these pussy lipses
Please you play, clay with top grade shit
I seen bigger dicks in pre-K

Nahhhhhh!

The dick! (4X)

Niggaz

The ass! (4X)

Uh-huh, alright, alright, alright, okay, uh-huh, a-yeah

[Pharoahe Monch]
It was like the earth twisted around her
She shifted the ground I was like, "Ohhhhh.. SHIT!"
She's off the hook, I would dress her decently
but look her body is immaculate I'm attackin it from all positions
of thinkin inside my mind-ah
Hopefully it won't be too inappropriate if I walk over there and say,
"Excuse me, can I have your number please?
I'll get on my knees if I have to"
She'll laugh through, the whole episode
Just then I knew I had her locked (down)
No cock-blocking please this one's mine (uh)
Dimepiece and shit son, shorty was fine
Every line of mine was like a rhyme I wouldn't lie I swear
Sparklin the whole time as I whispered in her ear

Chorus: repeat 2X

[Pharoahe Monch]
My mom is in the bedroom, cryin again
Sister's on the street corner, lyin again
Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin again
I'm tryin again to make moves..
I'll be damned if we go hungry
Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me
This song you see is like an ode to God
that he blessed my last breath to be Allah U Akbar
And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred
incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes
time for war I'm tryin to score like Bernard King
My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the GOVERNMENT
I told you I'd hurt the music
Travellin back, bustin shots at {blank} before Christ was persecuted
Mathematically we live at right angles
Fuck the star spangled, the makers of fallen angels
danglin from moon crescents, I persevere, breathe the air
inhale the effervesence of life
This street game is stiflin I'm triflin upholdin a rifle
Peerin from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves
What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail
Scale the walls of hell - trail of a octopus..

(feat. Common & Talib Kweli)

(Pharoahe Monch)
Yo
Truth had me up against the ropes
and semi-concious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil
Watchin the clock is ill when, faced wit the truth
Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill they minds not to kill still son, never revealed
True feelings, we speakin on the truth right now in itself is healing
See The Creator, created existence and balance
At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong
The deliverance of the word false opposite of truth off course
Sure as my slave name sending
Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path, enabling truth
To stay stable and cling to EARTH!
Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see
Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never clearer
The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside
But in the inside on the outside you frontin you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well-hidden
But when you in denial of self it is forbidden, that's the truth

(Female singer)
In due time we will find

(Common) *speaking behind vocals*
See it everywhere, gotta recognize it

Let the truth be told from young souls that become old
>From days spent in the jungle, where must one go
To find it, time is real, we can't rewind it
Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did
We find kids speakin cuz it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin my own mind state
At a divine rate, I ain't in this just to rhyme great
See the truth in the thighs of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga
If it's only one, then why should it differ
So constantly I seek it
Wonderin why I gotta drink a six pack to speak it
Took a picture of the truth and tried to develop it
Had proof, it was only recognized by the intelligent
Took the negative and positive, cuz niggas got to live
Said I got to get more than I'm given
Cuz truth'll never be heard in religion
After searchin the world, on the inside what was hidden
It was the truth

(Female singer)
Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth, truth
In due time, we will find

(Talib Kweli)
Check it, on my neck I still got marks from the nooses
The truth it produces, fear that got niggas on the run like Carl Lewis
The truth is my crew is the smoothest bits of saliva juices like the roots is
More organic than acoustics
Heavenly ? set you free and kill you in the same breath
That shit you gotta get off your chest before your death, unless
The way you speak is lighter than a pamphlet
Cuz the truth give the words away to the planet goddammit
I ran wit what God planted in my heart and I understand it
To be the bring the light to the dark, breathe some life in this art
This must be the truth (why?) cuz we keep marchin on (true)
The truth lay the foundation of what we rockin on (true)
You can't see it if you blind but we will always prevail (true)
Life is like the open sea, the truth is the wind in our sail
And in the end, our names is on the lips of dying men
If ever crushed in the earth, we always rise again
When the words of lying men sound lush like the sound of a violin
The truth is there, it's just the heart you gotta find it in

(Female singer)
You will find (7x)