Pharoahe Monch Album

This is Lieutenant Gaviston of Bravo Command second division, thirteenth brigade. While on a recon mission in Kabul, Afghanistan, I have discovered classified information that changes everything that I believe about this WAR. I'm gonna upload this information of great importance to Horus, a military satellite, which has the technology to transmit information through time. If you are hearing this, you have been genetically predisposed to receive this information. What you are hearing is a warning

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Yes, how many gorillas who actually killas really rhymin'
Artists that actually signed still killing
And when it comes to killing the mic
They not willing and I'm supposed to be shook
That's the shit that kill me
Take the bullet for Barack on the balcony and vanish
Extinguish the sun when I drew
Play pool with the planets
We are renegades
The movement outlandish
My shit straight from the soul
Goddamnit, it's the one time only
Vernacular original miraculous spectacular flow
Computer digital
I piss upon the pitiful
Ridicule the minuscule
Pharoahe Monch need to pump that ass like municipal
And listen to an enigma
The anomaly your momma nominated me phenomenal
I dominated without a 6-pack abdominal
You could get 19 put through that like Amadou
So what I'ma do is separate the false from the truest
You've amassed nothing trying to ball like U Mass
So phenomenal with mics I don't like myself
Sadomasochist MC, I bite myself
But not cameo though
There's no Grammy to show for the love that people hand me on the street
Now overstand
Grade school mathematics examining thugs
They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jammin', and drugs
I speak of world peace, war, famine, and flood
Watchin' Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud
Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood
If God shall choose that artist to be me
Let one verse of a song be a reflection of a pedigree
Better than your back catalogue recipe
The legacy by which the entire world remembers me
Quote, do not edit me; let it be said
I'm top 5 all time alive or
We know that's misstated and so overused
So here's a overview of why I'm 6 feet over you
And a million fans think this statement is so overdue
And pardon if it sounds a little wheezy
Not Wayne, motherfuckers I got asthma; it's not easy
Shotgun lyrical; cock back, squeeze me
Women case my anatomy; touch me, tease me
Please seize the moment in the struggle against Lucifer
Renegade 13 the Executioner
Spit with a crucifix
So that you can expect the rant from Pharoahe Monch like Mucinex
Get used to it
Get used to wisdom
Get used to usage of a backward euphemism

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Clap, clap on, clap off, clap atom and I do not need applause
Rap nicer than Santa but with no claws
Trapped twice bananas with no cors
Yeah it's suicide murder
In the hood like cathalic convertors on the block like lego on the streets like street like
3 little pigs is what I be on these beats like
In other words the police, say it, say it like pop, police, fuck them
And that's straight from the underground where little kids got it bad cause we're brown
Now who am I … south suicide Queens where I get down
I … surveillance in the streets every summer
You may not play lotto but you know these numbers
The 1015 the 1030, my people in Queens going 13 if we get the urge to get on some …
My brain's a glock clip, … some 800 cops shot …
Say we gonna, say we will gonna get it together, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, we gonna clap, yeah

We win from the porch monkeys the negros, the black …cause it's still hungry
Abolish the end word, the plan so corny
While homelands security cams are all on me
They watch through the fiber optics at dawn told me that cops can just run in your spot quick without warning
They educate the mass to follow is so boring
I sat in the back of the classes keep snoring
And they ask me why I'm vocal and animate
Cause I lost my focus like Governor Pattison
In the ghetto, where is impossible to escape and the first obstacle was to …abdomen
Spit chuck of that, I toss javelins and 5 thousand dollar bills in the face of James Madison
This isn't american post mortem, to focus on your bogus, know it's all scroll on me, clap

Say we gonna, say we will gonna get it together, yeah
One day, one day, one day, one day, we gonna clap, yeah
Clap your hands, clap your hands, people gonna clap
Oh yes they are, yes they are, yes they are
Say we will gonna get it together, yeah

It's no respect, it's no manners, it's Mad Max with multiple Max … banana clips… hits the back of a black talent
Slew a hollow tips to the wall of your blue silence
And selective … collected dramatics
I'm systematically pissed , clap automatic for me and Abu Jamal
Maybe I'm … peace are fanatics for peace, but ain't got a pacifist
Spit it like Jesus of Nazareth and then infaticly clap
At in the obstacle, an impossible feat, the favime is not logical but chronical the thoughts of the people cause one day we gonna clap.

Great Pharoahe Monch yo
Yessir, what up P
Great styles be the ghost

CHORUS [PHONTE]
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide

VERSE 1 [STYLES P]
Give me five on the black hand side
Tell you what I see through the black mans eyes
Look like shit in a cadillac a black man rise
But every different day a different black man dies
Shorty momma trippin' off a crack mans high
Now he watchin tv lovin tha bad guy
You know, pit bull watchin the welfair check
You know he african, cause he aint gettin healthier yet
Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
You don't know if it's there if your vision aint abstract
We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats
Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that
Now I can tell you that I felt it
I still remember how a cell smell
Still remember how the pigs at
Family crying up on the? I couldn't have that
Open the door, and teach u all
Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all
Now give me five on the black hand side
Ghost of Pharoahe Monch watch the black man rise
CHORUS [PHONTE]
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide

[PHAROAHE MONCH]
Pharaohs and navajo chiefs, the way you makin' it rain /
But? for a stripper with emotional pain/
You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain/
Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals food for the brain/
My hood talkin nigga keep it simple n plain/
To let me explain the game break it down n cutting the levels like tetris/
He shining his skill, a young blood for a necklace/
Leave slumped over the wheel of you're Lexus/
Smoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast/
What tha fuck ya expect, a generation overly obsessed with mobsters/
I revolutionary swarm grammys and oscars, imposters/
Fake oras and weak shakas/
Makin a mockery of the music that B.I.G. Pop stars/
And they say I'm a saint/
Cause I see the remains of the whips-n-chains/
In my hood were it aint all good, /
Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling/
Young child slang, give me five on the black hand slide/
Lets maintain like the soul train/
And keep it moving together, I'm sayin/

CHORUS [PHONTE]
Open the door let me in
Teach us all, preach us in, turn the cheek, let it slide
Give me five on the black hand slide
The black hand slide

Chorus

I'm too high to get over, too low to get under
(Let my people go)

I'll make you feel so good you don't need to wonder
(Let my people go)

I'll take away the storm cloud, the rain and thunder
(Let my people go)
[Yeah, somebody say}
(Let my people go)
[Huh, somebody say]
(Let my people go)

Spit miraculously, sip draculas blood exsist for centuries
The body chemistry mends wounds, heals injuries
My ministry leaves the industry in a tail spin
Huh,I push the envelope like US mailmen
Huh, we need a leader who is not mischievious
Devious, from satan's grip to lead us
Won't retract the facts then act facesious
In fact the racks are packed with facts that teach us
Reach us, easily leave MC's speechless
Read from the palm of the non-believers
Some of them wonderin how they become underachievers
One of the best the perinial key note speaker
I got it, You want it, come get it so i'll flaunt it
And I will show you away
So let my people go today

Chorus

There trying so sell lies to the people huh
Knowing it's hard times for the people huh
I'll knock your ass unconcious
Put it up on Youtube,then film the sequel so it's free for the people huh
Go on ahead and download it I'ma teach you how
P is a prophet, a pastor, a preacher
With undisputable logic for blasting through your speaker now
I'm tyng to learn your monk ass, I'm trying to reach you now
But still your like who's this dude
Return to fix, shape the game like Rubics cube
Chick seems brolic now ruthless too
Spit the gospel on wax, what he chooses to do
DAMN
Open your eyes man you've been bamboozled
By the usual plans hit up the middle like Stan Musial
If y'all are telling me todays music is suitable and appealing
Then I'm telling you the feelings are not mutual

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Young children before you pass on up
Who wants to see the crack of your ass and see your butt
You need to let it off, the people go
Past the collection plates and give me all of my dough
And if your wondering whats under my robe
An old rusty ass .38 snub nose
And just because your thinking my shit don't work
That's a (Gunshot)
Go on and try robbing my church

CHORUS

[Chorus - MeLa Machinko] - w/ ad libs
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win, in due time
Show me the way, give me a sign
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine

[Verse 1 - Pharoahe Monch]
Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain
Two hundred thousand dollar whips and chains
Crooked cops, Crips, crack cocaine
Tupac, Chris, I'm still feelin the pain
Seven year old girl, shot and slain?
What does it all mean? We go insane
in the struggle, the stress make him asthmatic
We're I'm from, we do not eat organic (talk about it)
You see my mama can not afford Whole Foods
She break fast for the bread, call it soul food
Where I come from ... let it breathe
Where I come from, no one runs when funds run low in lump sums
We chose to dump dumb dumb but live dunn dunn
We livin hum drum in the slums
Where scum conceal stun guns
The words mum for fun son
Conundrums, AIN'T PRETTY!
In this cess pool called New York Shitty
I call it that 'cause it smell like SHIT!
Walk around hunchbacked or you might get hit (talk about it)
I knew a nigga sold crack to his moms
That same motherfucker sold crack to his kid
Lookin like three hundred comin back from his bid
Like "Pharoahe, let's get this money for real"

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Verse 2 - Pharoahe Monch]
He said "Pharoahe, let's get this money up"
What the fuck, what you need me to holla at Steve Rifkin?
Hit him, "Escape from New York" like Snake Plissken
I told you from the gate that you needed more marketing
And these major labels are not listenin
Stood in a B boy stace, teeth glistenin
From the gold in his mouth, the summer breeze was whistlin
I contemplated my retort, eyes fixed in
on a crucifix around his neck, I guess he was Christian
Just then, the police siren had pitched in
to the soundtrack of the hood, so I spoke with conviction
Spoke as if I was 6'10" with thick skin
Put a little bass in my voice like pitchmen
'Cause where I come from
Where I come from, we all come from
Sky, moon, the stars, the Earth and Sun
Multiple skin tones, your blood is one
The pen is the ammo to my automatic gun
Bring to fruition what I write to get me out of the slums
And I'm a shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Shine like the Sun, the world is mine
Each line of speech designed to transcend time
And reach, the unborn to transform your mind
And I'm a shine, shine

[Chorus] - w/ ad libs

[Outro - Pharoahe Monch]
Now New York if ya in the house and ya turnin it out
Without a doubt, know what I'm talkin about
Just scream and shout and everybody say
Sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine

Now Detroit with the funky beats, gettin wild in the street
See the mark of the beast, say fuck the police
What up X?
Shine, sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine

Chi-town with the funky sound, soul by the pound
Just get on down with the w-w-woo! w-w-whoa!
Say sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine

West coast, side with the most
Holdin your toast, ya brag, ya boast
What the ..., what the whoa!
Everybody say, sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine

Dirty, ah ah, dirty (ya know)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (ya know)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
I say, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine

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Chorus

Call me the hitman
It's kind of hard
With most fear
I am in the game we became it
So why paint the master in this …
Is …gotta lick the grass so it was .. frame it
Say it again
The hitman (repeat)

.. extreme broadcast to ..ghetto
Industry is the arena …supreme team
Except more critique now .. individual brain
Gotta relax .. switch to the 3-60
Which is the reason why they .. moguls
.. enough to make the individual ..
Say it again
The hitman (repeat)

Chorus

If you are not performing felation for radio rotation
.. put some new spin on radio head
.. people wanna relate they wanna commit to it
.. do you need more clues
Should I be more black that will change the view
.. I make headlines like ..music industry the politic provocation

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[Introduction]
In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking
individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life
An independently funded organization called (garbled speech)
hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept
Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed
Only three remained
The third of which was said to own an arsenal
that would rival an entire city's police force
The second was rumored was to be able to move throughout space and time
And the first...

[Jean Grae]
Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth
The first flashin' her purse with a heat stealth
They call me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed
To ploy deplorable through audibled, destructive actions attractive to Coy
Hey, pass to the Troy after, I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it through river sticks, Hades, I'm cold, deliver it lady
My flow is limited, pray me some craze, whispering
"stay on ya toes villains", it's Grae and your day's whittling (heeyyyy)
Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine
Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (oooooo)
Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick
brain?I'm just itching to slit veins
Stitch lines! Rip game!? Fuck yo lives
Sick range visions nigga, kick rocks or kick rhymes until the pain?
(liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it like Capri Sun
Ignorant as ever, she clever, equivalent be none
A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion
You got the gall bastard to brawl with the broad bashers?
The ball's in your court, pass it!
You're worn in four faster than acid
with AIDS slapped on the back of a Kardashian
The wall crasher, you're all in the forecast
The gas pour in the corridors racking your doors blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door, cacklin'
Still make it back to the bar for last call

[Two.]

[Pharoahe Monch]
They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably
Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley (Radical]
Never skateboard slang like "gnarly"
More like, we in our whip on our way to the top like Charles Barkley
You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman spot me
I'm gambit with the ace of spades, I'm masterin' archery (Hercules)
Vermicular. Particularly the vernacular
Specifically the fits so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate
When I attack I'm more like Acura
Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than Blacula
More Christian scriptures encrypted with backwards vernacular
But sicker than most of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction
I am, that nigga for real
Per capita smackin' the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or thereafter
These three assassins get to ass whippin'
Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts
spit, hollow tip clips mainly
Sick, ain't he? (Mind control)
Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney
My life is like a documentary film
depicted in black and white, flicks grainy (Geronimo!)
I'm on Guantanamo Bay takin' pics in a Captain Morgan pose
With my left foot on a pile of detainees screamin' "we are renegades!"
Fuck you. Pay me

(Jean Grae) Two. Where the fuck...no. Where the fuck is three?
(Pharoahe Monch) I know. I know. He's gonna be here
He gave me his word, trust me
(Jean Grae) Yeah, but he does this every time
(Pharoahe Monch) He's gonna be here trust me
(Jean Grae) He's gonna ruin this mission for us again
(Pharoahe Monch) Look, here he comes now

[Royce Da 5'9"]
I be ridin' around with a stripper slash Burlesque model
I make it pop like my cock in Durex condom
I'm a -- opposite artist I find irony in goin
from bein' like a stone in the grass to rockin' the Garden
The same irony as goin' from fully automatic in the backyard
to havin' the whole machine behind me
I take my Australian bitches and show some other thangs
She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain
Don't try to get familiar, if I don't feel you in person
I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose
The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs
PETA gonna paint splash me when they see me, no matter what I'm wearin
Your bitch bout to open up, sniff some blow off of my dick
Guess you could say she on my coconuts
I'm on point like Chris Paul
you on point like an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls
I'm bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes
and shut shit down like a car when it stalls
I am the deadliest rapper, you claimin' that you flow like water
but really ya'll niggas Evian backwards
Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got
I know when I'm hot
It's my show to stop holdin' my crotch
My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends
two dimes with me like I'm a twin cause I'm a ten

[Pharoahe Monch]
Okay... I'm in

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(feat. Jill Scott)

Please do not run too fast
.. for the leaves
Be not playing the grass
And climb the tress
You can't breathe
.. get stocked by bees
..chest my freeze
30 months old with a lung disease
It almost took my life twice
Brought me to my knees
A system not designed for you to achieve
Release .. not every line will teach you to seize
But I roll to the top ..i lake the Lakers in the 80
Not on TV but my sweet 16 .. love supreme
..exorcism I have .. for the American Dream
I am still standing
I am still here

Chorus

Still standing
I am standing
Standing
(repeat)

I have no dead body to grave
Never been .. double my expectancy
Stills standing like the pledge ..
My heart disintegrated in a million pieces
Listen this is life ..
Best speak multiple languages for unspeakable reason
.. many places I have never been
..r each for the stars

Chorus