Stress: The Extinction Agenda

[q-tip]
Yeah, check it out, we here with the big o
With the big big o, and you know
What we want y'all to do is just bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce
C'mon bounce, c'mon (c'mon we gotta) bounce
(c'mon, hah) bounce (we do it like this one time, uhh, sup, sup)

Verse one: prince poetry, pharoahe monche

Do you wanna hear, the boogie bear
Jump up and do the freak funk, throw your hands in the air
Compare me, with none
The son, of the king, triple crown, just to get the job done
I surpass fast dash through a mass of traps fliers
And blow up the spot, and organize on that ass, i'm hot
Black, with no sugar straight coffee
You stalk me, because your girl wanna hawk me
Jock me clock me watch me mutilate the mic
Rip it apart, shatter your brain when i strike
Add a syringe of raps to cleanse you fall apart
Style damage you amateur cause i'm blowin your file
Honey-dips see me and they yellin organized
And they know -- pharoahe monche's got skills for the wise

Ohhhhhh, huh, shit! look who walked in the door
Ryyyyyuuuu-kick, tiger tiger uppercut
Directly to the gut, when i strut on mics
Makes my windpipe erupt
Better back off, i jack off of wack mc's in the vicinity
Nigga please, i make em bounce

Chorus: repeat 8x

[q-tip] let's organize, c'mon (we gotta bounce) we gotta bounce

Verse two: prince poetry, o.c.

I make you stomp back and forth like an army brigade
Diode cuts love kid wherever skills is displayed
Raid your block blow your mind like fans
In the summer or like redman, ready to rock
Expanding my cleverness on wax, to japan and back
Ask for prince and hon i hope ya got
Just five seconds for black prince to flex
It's not all about sex
I like ears smooth skin and sensitive necks
Victoria's secret couldn't keep you from the prince poe
So peep it when i funky technique it
For those who slept, wake up, ya better make space
Taste the bread i break off, as i take it to your face! whew
Can you keep up like skeleton watch organized konfusion troop up
Li-li-li-li-live with the style that's fly
Prince poe i, flow smooth like silk so freak me
Cause i ain't shai!
So, o.c., let em know how we go
Come again my friend with another funk flow

Look who just came in, o.c.'s gamin
Crew's i set you up, to lynch for a hangin
Bangin, bodies up in a tree like a pinata
Many, claim masculine, but sport garters
Whose the artist, not video, more-so to luke
It's like square dancing on your toes so bounce

Chorus 1/2

Verse three: prince poetry

Well here's a toke one time for you mind
Most just can't cope, dope def, booty nope i woke you up
I poke your brain i poke your main artery
Batter me, with your fattery your flattery will never ever shatter me
Prince poe, the exec with the intellectual concepts
That elevates you like steps
A&r reps, take steps, bounce your ass through the hoods
Here's the goods, an ounce, enough for you to bounce

Chorus

{q-tip shouts out various hip-hop boroughs and people}

Chorus: repeat 4x

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Verse one: prince poetry

Pain, stress
My brain, can't even rest
It's hard to maintain the pressure on my chest
Excess frustration strikes!
Blood rushes my head when i come across roads
With dead mics and wack promoted shows it's hard
But with the presence of god
I'm true to the game
So i'm back black, to take charge, and recap-ture
The time, wish it could never be wack -- i'm pure
I insert my lifeline into the track, the energy
In me is a poison with no un-revealed remedy
I'm spreading, like leprosy, throughout the record label
Cause mines put me and monch's career in jeapordy
Can you come see me in the ghetto where it's dark
Bullets are real lost peeps lurks in the heart
Lord knows it hurts, we kick the hertz to the curb
Execute first things first, and put blunted minds to work
My herd's tight and my fans supports
So i'm a-ight, for the time being seeing peace
But taking no shorts (no shorts)

Chorus

(album version includes a short "taxi cab" skit here)

Verse two: pharoahe monch

Rarrrrrgh!
You will now consider me the apocalyptic one
After this rhyme, henceforth, there is none
No more will exist, when i emerge
From the mist in whence i was born into, scorned
Most of you can't even comprehend what i am saying
To you even in my human form the message i'm relaying
Why do you choose to mimic these wack mc's?
Why do you choose to listen to r&b?
Why must you believe somethin is fat
Just because it's played on the radio, 20 times per day?
My perception of poetical injection is ejactulation
The immaculate conception
The hall walker, who stalks bodies in central park
Soon emergency services'll outline that body in chalk
Then i begin to walk away and spit
Then when i walk away i talk shit!
Huh, a driver sprayed my face with mace
She didn't know that i enjoyed the taste of radioactive waste
When i'm in the backseat of your mid-town taxi
Don't even ask me for the cash g
The four cabs before didn't pick me up
Now ask yourself who the fuck's gonna stick me up

Chorus

[prince poetry]
Yo check it out, we gonna do it like this for the '93 flava
Know what i'm saying? letting you know this is organized
We got the crew in the house,
And we definitely representin for the masses
So my man pharoahe monch gon' step to mic
Let you know what time it is
We gon-na do it like this, check it out

[pharoahe monch]
Help me out, to my peeps in queens, clap your hands
To my peeps in brooklyn, clab your hands
To my people in the bronx, clap your hands
To my peeps uptown, clap your hands
It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Three strikes, two tokes, and one time for the mind
Three stickes, two tokes, and one time...

Surprisssssse! huh, open your eyes up, when i rise, huh
Pharoahe monch i got skills for the wise!
Dumb, deaf, and blind you know it's time to organize
I'm flippin and rippin a style for the boys who wanna get wild
For the old and young, the golden child
I be the man with the gift of gab like santa
Catchin - stacks of beats, from here to atlanta
Ruah! what you say little weasel?
Can't block the foul if the style's cock diesel
I feel like busting loose
With the style that i produce to get juice from a troops
Black kojack, better than beretta
Any veteran knows the medicine man is better
Never sweat a girl that's inside of a jetta
I just let her pass by with a wink to the eye
It's the m-o-n-c-h, i, g-a-i
The greatest rapper you ever heard please won't you relate my
Message to my critics, get it when you rewind
It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind

It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)

[prince poetry]
Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po
Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o
R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to the pioneers that made a way for me
To mc, and tear the roof off the mother, brother
So back on the underground because we love you smother
Wack mc's, like gravy on chicken
Hope some of the homeless say that our jams is kickin
Stickin flavor, in your grill piece
Pickin fat loops for troops to bop to, when time is ticking
Winding up, here comes the pitch
Prince po throws strictly fast flows with no specific type of niche
But sometimes you gotta slow down the flow
Blow up the spot and let the whole world know
Here comes the prince po with another funky intro
Something to parlay with and ease the mental
Our instrumentals are too much for the average fan
So i bring the jamacian funk (uh!) that's what it is
I am too dope, too fat, organized konfusion is back
That's with a "k" black, get the fly exact stack
The money, start the party cause organzied don't play that!

It's three strikes, two tokes two times for the mind (repeat 8x)

[prince poetry]
I'm sitting at the edge of my bed and i'm fed
Up with negative thoughts running straight through my head
Life's ready and i can't make moves, it's hard
And i thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes
Niggas try to get over, pressure on my shoulders
Dropped the fat lp in '91 of october
Now that i'm older and my man pops is gone
My focus is stronger, mom pick up your head, gotta move on
Do you remember mr. j used to say the beats was fat
But when it comes to business, nigga don't play
I look beyond all this stress to seek fate
Mad homicides, unemployment rates sky high
Shorty busting caps, cops caught him out there
Daytime drama and his mama didn't care
That's why i should be rapping and packing pistols on the bully
But niggas be stressing me and i ain't paid in fully
So i'm dropping something fatter, not for props
We're respecting the matter, hops
I'm fat, check my stats, prince drops data for me and my man pops
Rolls-royce and myself are always getting mad harassed by the cops
So now i'm in the chop shop creating masterpieces
So it don't matter money what my funny label releases
Thanks to the streets and my peeps that made me
And the la-la-lee, la-la-lee

We gotta maintain (repeat 8x)

[pharoahe monch]
Now it's been saaaaaaaaaaid, a grown man ain't supposed to cry
So whyyyyyy, are there tears inside my eyes?
I wake up in the morning, get some new problem
I just can't solve 'em
Yo, extreme kid, i'm telling you man, i'm on the brink of ???
Who's that man in the mirror? ha!
The picture's getting clearer and clearer, ha!
The end is coming nearer and nearer, ha!
Take a good look at what you fear, ha!
Time marches on and it's a new song
It's a new morning, it's a new dawn
Feet don't fail me now, i got to make it to the studio someway somehow
But i need a little bit of nourishment first
I stop at the store to quench my thirst
Why are they watching me buy my juice?
Why must they clock my buy my juice?
Just give me my change and please put my change in my hand
Man would you listen to me if i didn't have a tan?
All you have to do is show some decency
But you want to bring out the beast in me
Papa always told me...be all you can be
And maintain, gotta maintain

(ad-libs to end)

[pharoahe monch]
Comin ahh, comin ahh
I'm comin like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it
Face the bass; crumb you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap individual style
Piles up, like drug cases in queens
Country criminal court, shorty, step back
Nigga you oughta watch it, my whole herd's packin
Fuck rappin, let's take it to the corner of the block
And battle with the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would like it to the stage and mic it
C'mon dere, that's how i like it, uhh
Hit me in the face why don't ya
Prince po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, i'm no slave to a rhythm i whip it
Then i take it's name and change it's religion
Then i chop the foot off the fuckin beat
For trying to escape the track, now it's obsolete
That's just the state of mind that i'm in when i...

Chorus

I, i used to play beats on the lunchroom table
This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my mind
Thus allowing me to climb and then shine
This is a process that will occur in due time
Bust, everything i thrust is activated
Styles i file are not decaffinated, i'm rough
Tougher than tonka, why i even electrify the sky
As if i was blanka
Kids follow me and my phillies like willy wonka
Silly, i assault and conquer, the cult and brainwash
And squash your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are rituals
So i say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock to spark brain cells
Not to sell units, you know
They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and glock
For the periodical table of contents symbol au
Hey you, you can't deny when i bust caps the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then i'm proceedin up the block with prince po, renegade
Raps shatter shows like grenades
I rip your shit like sinead when i...

Chorus

Pa-pa-pa power power, augh, i got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad i'll be back in an hour
With some more fat shit, i tell your empty mind
Teachin i'm kickin the poor black shit now
La-di-da, i flip it la-di
Live at a mardi gras, or even at a party
Give me bacardi (hah) i smoke blunts
Stunts i wanna hump, chumps i wanna pump em full of *blam*
I never ask the crowd to "jump"
I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind
Flippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of asses
The m-o-n-c-h-e i drink, forties of brew
With the crew that rolls deeper than the mediterranean
Here comes the rain again!
Flowin on my head like a memory, now i got energy
That's for the enemies, that's in the industry
Who don't wanna be friends with me, i say fuck em
Suck my dick, from the back
With a crazy straw, you lazy whore
Do that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha did
No chief, no heads
Mooley, what am i an asshole?

[prince poetry]
Asshole!
What am i?... ahh! uhh! mmm, hah!

Intro/chorus: repeat 2x

We keep it koming
We keep it koming, huh
We keep it koming spark that l!
We keep it koming, uhh
And when it's time to organize
We stick together through the times
With the attitude like miles
We keep it koming

Verse one: prince poetry

I be flipping the scripts, ripping through hoods coming equipped
Lifts out of my lyrics sippin forties in a whip
Organized, rise raise up the level surprise!
Niggaz watch prince, open your eyes when i deliver
Give a honeydip a wink, thick chocolate bitch
Switch up the pace, kick me the digits later you can taste
The bass thumps for months, entrapped in the lab
With mad blunts, creating formulas that you can grab
I escape, the clutches of wackness, i'm like a mattress
Lay it down for the south side, sounds of blackness
Uh, ohhh, i keep it koming stunning you're running
Through states, to make pace gunning you down with the drumming
That rakes, in the dough
Oh, my god, times are hard so i gotta flow
Spark up the l, i excel over the stress
Crushing the competition that i stomp from east to west
Rest assured we will deliver the goods to the 'hoods
For the youth, this is proof we should
Well, organize got the bomb hard to stay calm
Forming like voltron and then attacking at dawn

Chorus

Verse two: pharoahe monch

When i'm fed up, i hold my head instead of me teasing
Yo ooh ooh child, things are gonna get easier
In my mind and in my soul
I can take control of a beat whenever i roll
Stroll up the block, 40-dog cocked back
In my knapsack is a uzi-wop, black whassup!
Spreading like malaria, but much scarier
Migrating in the whole tri-state area
Without a doubt, my niggaz never go out
They rock, braids and fades and baldies
And blow up and blew out throughout
The entire night i'm peepin you and
Your entire crew out -- what's that all about!
I suppose i be steppin to hoes when
I'm masking overconfidence, cause i know my new shit
Is gonna go platinum, i'm mathin em
Light skin ones inside of a maxima
On a passenger side, this is what i'm asking her
Hey baby you look so good
Why you driving through our neighborhood?
If raps i wrote were cookies, i bet you'd bite a chip
Rookie fetch a product, cause it took a long time to ignite
A fucking style from the end, back to the beginning
Niggaz is winning, prince, niggaz is winning
Keep the fat drumming running up your back
Black, with stacks of facts for the tracks
That you can react to

Chorus 1/2

Verse three:

We be the bread and butter making breaking crown facts around back
Cracking gunner sound heart starts to stutter when the bass
Pounds butter, like this
Rumbling cd crispy, no hiss
Rush you like russell, make you flip like knipsie
Wilson negative but can't see, but maybe one
Organized take the favor rated is my tip
To keep my peers motivated with funk, only we rip see
For years tears shed it but never let it
Mislead a nigga figure that i'd be runnin dogs you know

Chorus

Nigga
Yeah, uhh
Check it out
Extreme phat, with the pharoahe monch cheeba cheeba
Mr. prince po will flow...