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1. _ Confrontations
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2. _ Interior Marisol's Apartment (skit)
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3. _ Move
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4. _ Soundman
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5. _ Epilogue
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6. _ March 21-3:47 A.m. (skit)
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7. _ Sin
*sounds of a baby crying*
*pharaohe monch whining*
Pharoahe:
God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads
They can't fuck with me, i try to explain to the name won't misses
Please lord, help me make them see
I scatter data that i catapult to metaphor
The epiticle epilogue editor
Hey, hey, hey
Eaaase back, whoooo is that, getting up in your aaaaaass crack
Ooohhhhh shit
Say now, who you listen to
Park your ass like municipal, invisible lyrics
Not difficult to understand man
Spiritual, hit what you go, back-a-van
Lyricals aren't impossible
All opticals are not inside the plan
Let me see your hand
And if it does not have triple six's in the palm
Do not be alarmed, i am the sandman
My oracle waveband expand from the wasteland
*jumbled wordplay*
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to battle against evil and win
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to do battle against all who sin
And even when i'm gone
My energy returns to it's original form
Thus must warn
(all humans who do not meet the required specifications
For salvation will perish)
I piss into the face of the crowd
Lyrically i squash shit
Toss mic stands and fans
Before leaping into the mosh pit
Harshness isn't it? ha, ha, ha, ha
Exquisite with the style that i be using
Choose to compete, you will lose
Poetical implants placed in my ears
Make me cause a catastrophe to the
Kick, drum, i'm the sinister of
Snail peak creek (?)
Never sleep, be aware
Who will escape unscaved
From a bombardment of scattered fragments
Released from hidden compartments
My termi-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nology
Is equivalent to trig-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nometry
I leave no optical footprint
Within sight of the stands of time
So it's impossible to follow me
You swallow leave and digest
No nutritional value
Never learn how to bow to the ones
Who allow you to wallow in the mist
Peacefully co-exist
With the men of medicine,
The lyrical antagonistic
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to battle against evil and win
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to do battle against all who sin
And even when i'm gone
My energy returns to it's original form
Thus must warn
(all humans who do not meet the required specifications
For salvation will perish)
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8. _ 9xs Out Of 10
[narrator]
Where most niggaz would stop, he would just be gettin started
Go all out
I seen people stop in mid-stride, reverse, change directions
Go through buildings to avoid passing him
[organized konfusion - mostly prince poetry]
Nine times out of ten, a nigga wanna shine
But nobody shines brighter than the light organized
Extra-tight, one hundred percent, drama full armor
The persona is to "crush kill destroy" the bad karma that
Hums superb, lyrics emerge from the slums
Of the latest gun drug runs, fun feds and dum-dums
Priority and confidential
Organized mission is rippin any instrumental, believe that
[pharoahe monch]
Wa-wa-wa-wa-watch me-me-me get-get me-me so-so-in-in-incred-
-di-di-di-dibly-bly-bly ov-bly-bly over your head, head
I shed styles like reptile skins
While nigga rhyme the same, rip beginnin to the ends
Of they lp's, try to tell me shit
With they pussy-ass poems and they bullshit (bullshit) skits
Shit i'm hitting you harder than nancy kerrigan on the shin
Fuck it if niggaz can't comprehend
[prince poetry]
Fuck yo, consider me iller than ill, with skill, nigga chill
Still, some sleep, too deep, not to get bitten
When i reveal technique - wherever i speak
I'm goin in for the kill, for real
Future street prodigy follow the model is hollow
Speak your name if your lyrics hold sorrow - ain't that a damn shame?
Konfusion with the k and whole effects like rain
With acid from tomorrow, prince poe bizarro
Maintains the status, apparatus throughout the stratus-phere
Here stands one of the biddest
City crispy rhyme rebels clear like crystal
O.k. be the initials, ghetto dope officials
[organized konfusion - mostly prince poetry]
Nine times out of ten, a nigga wanna shine
But nobody shines brighter than the light organized
Extra-tight, one hundred percent, drama full armor
The persona is to "crush kill destroy" the bad karma that
Hums superb, lyrics emerge from the slums
Of the latest gun drug runs, fun feds and dum-dums
Priority and confidential
Organized mission is rippin any instrumental, believe that
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9. _ Questions
Prince poetry:
Yo, yo, yo, yo pharoahe
Pharoahe monch:
Right, right
Prince poetry:
Brotha why don't you explain
How hip hop got caught up in this ill rap game
Pharoahe monch:
Yo, i got a question
Who they followin
The niggas with skills
Or them niggas that be hollerin
Prince poetry:
Them niggas that be hollerin
These other two modelin
Niggas with skills
Always and forever keeps a followin
Pharoahe monch:
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips shit
Without being materialistic
Statistics show
Prince poetry:
Ask miss she know
Miss:
Just cause the niggas got doe
Don't mean they got that flow
Prince poetry & pharoahe monch:
Right, just cause the niggas got doe
Don't mean they got that flow
Prince poetry:
What, nigga you can consider it the bomb
If i spit on it
Get on it
Ride for a little bit
Feel how your inner get
From internet
Intellect
Vibes that i'm sendin it
Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you remember it
Legitimate
Imminent
Crash course for illiterate
From ???? to heavenly
Now some pop some shit
But labels get the big shit from sales
45 projects
Keepin it naughty like treach
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10. _ Chuck Chesse
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11. _ March 21 3:45 A.m. (skit)
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12. _ They Don't Want It!
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13. _ Interior Car Nite (skit)
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14. _ Life & Malice Exterior Club Nite (skit)
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15. _ Somehow, Someway
Chorus: (repeat x2)
Somehow, someway
We be comin up wit funky fly shit
Like every single day
[prince poetry]
Check it
Intelligent wordz, iz colaz
Inside of this rap visual, liquid dye
Focus, clistion unlike baptism
I bless souls thru the worldz second religion
From the left with angles to enlarge the prizm
Prince po, i, out of the south-side slums
Claimin spots around all these hypo-critical tongues
Repeatin tha same topic, misleadin the sea topic
Wit 2 yearz outta da picture
I still rock it and rock well
A level that my stiggy gets you gel (what)
I strickly international ghetoo, clientel
Freaky like james bond, wit infra-red views inject propellin
Was a 7, my steps, and wit da few
I make power jewels, drop jewelz, wit da crewz
Inside a, outta da eyez of god can't lose
Batter and bruise crewz
And let the heat spark, the feuls
Got ya boyz cryin while youre stretched out in front of da church fews
Foolz hit da dance floor, to shake shoes
Intect ya like a hip hop monsta who sucks oooohhhs
Outta da power that i used that i used ta sock prower
Want more, i stick ya butt naked and raw
Chorus
[pharoahe monch]
Only inches beyond my eyez, lord hail out the soul
Of a nigga who fights the lyrical which's inside himself
Pharoahe, egar to see febal intermediate mcs
Immediately, to leaded, repeatiatly
Y'all know the unpresidented without herb
Every single word'll be verbally demented
Presented, so that when it desinigrates
Unsentaments, are meninetated
Standin aloneit gets you tinimented
It's it bug how i bust lyrical slugs
And thugs that mug niggaz for loot and sell drugz
When the band gets struck, by thesis
I'm only rollin wit da most superior profile, to my species, see my thesis
Release these bombz by all meanz
Yes, attack the mic rapz until itz a crack fiend
Mase the bass with aids and misplaced the vaccine
Pharoahe pullin out on the pole
To compare cause ??? wit scriptures that i wrote and know
My physical form iz like nam and sane like sadaam hussein buit still calm
Chorus
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16. _ Numbers
Uhh, turn it up
Hah, uhh, yo, check it
Now add it up
Uhh, add it up
Uhh...
[prince poetry]
Check it out, we're like
Three lp's precise from my five deadly venoms
With international plugs like nine organized emblems
Get it? twenty thousand leagues, extra deep
Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 below's upon the feet
Now adam 12 got me in this 20/20
So i'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
We merkin four-twenty eat island three five n2deep
Mack 10 under seat for carjacking passenger 57's
A product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 eleven
4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin but love for this nigga, mr. 16th letter
Mr. 16th letter, mr. 16th letter...
[pharoahe monch]
Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine
I drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines
On the corner of my block doin crime, now i'm
Walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately
Lookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eighty
Maybe the baby tec woulda been nicer to bring along
Sing along with me if y'all know the song
Mines, gimme, not vinnie but i'm naughty
In forty projects drinkin 40's till i'm forty ?
Truncatin drum loops with pauly
On the sp-1200 and 1212 you feel it
Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it
It's love in the form of life, as you know it
You skatin with the eight and i'ma damn sure show it
Funky four +1, you know makes five
Fantastic, romatic, got live
Furious was cheeriest, the treacherous three
We be the awesome two most definitely
... makes five ... got live
... three, we be the awesome two
[pharoahe monch]
Now i can get get, smart smart
But i'm not not eighty-six in the mind, mind you
I got a girl named ninety-nine, and when i rhyme
She rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine
And so i climb, up through, to the, top of the pile
But see i'm not standing on gomer
I hit a homer, and i got jumped by the simpsons
Not to mention, pharoahe mon-chi-chi, eighty-nine percent
Of the time i'm sure of my rhyme like shake redemption
The remaining eleven percent come from seven percent
Great god pharoahe of heaven ascent
Racin a 5.0, in my 380i
On my way back from florida on four-ninety-five
We just parlayin with the one one one
Check one, now add it up
Now add the two *scratch* two two
Uhh, monch, add it up
Truly with the three three three three
Yo, add it up
We be the awesome two most definitely
[prince poetry]
Now just yesterday i couldn't took my last five heartbeats
Now i feeling it's for spiritual reasons
No more sweet sixteens and dick teasing
Too many tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin
Fillin em up like unleaded phillips 66
Owin me more than 40 acres and these mule kicks
Gettin the 48 hours, like eddie murphy
Too dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me
Still reachin for more than, ten million sales
In studio 54, waiting to exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty/fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon
7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747
Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass
Furious like the five with grandmaster flash
Yo, funky four +1, you know makes five
Fantastic, romatic, got live
Furious was cheeriest, the treacherous three
We be the awesome two most definitely
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17. _ Interior Assasin's Car 3:35 A.m. (skit)
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