The Matrix Lyrics - Tronic - Black Milk

[** feat. Pharoahe Monch and Sean Price:] 

[** Scratches: DJ Premier:] 

[** Contains sample of 'Invisible Limits' performed by Tangerine Dream:] 

[** Contains sample of 'Excuse Me Miss' performed by Jay-Z:] 

[** Contains sample of 'Real Hip Hop' performed by Das Efx:] 

[** Contains sample of 'Inspiration' performed by Da Ranjahz:] 

[Black Milk:] 

For every pair of lines I spit* 

I leave you paralyzed and bend so clear a path 

If you not parallel to my paragraphs 

Apparently if they say I'm better than you 

There's no reason for me to put myself on the petistule 

Movin' forward ahead of you 

Like you ridin' a bike 

And you can't move till' the pedals do 

Nobody teams compare 

Bold niggas fallin' so fast 

They need to pull the strings on a parachute 

So stop the comparisons and get buried up under American soil 

We can start with the letter U, S 

Food for thought, thought for fools 

Where niggas will take a life for the jewels and a pair of shoes 

The hood is out for dollar signs 

We trade the heaven skies for a slice of the devils pie 

Try to make it my downfall but see all I know is to tour 

Audiences applause for the working cause 

All the best now is spittin' the truth, Why? 

You the let down like convertible roofs, I 

See the mic and murder the booth, nah 

Killin' shit precise like a snipe that's on top of the roof ha 

[Chorus: {scratched}] 

"You, you, you love my style cause I'm not what ya used to" 

"Caught in the matrix" - Jay-Z 

"It's out of hand, how the man gotcha" - Special Ed 

"You're in my Dangerfield like Rodney" - Das EFX 

[Pharaohe Monch:] 

Four finger ring rap, sling slang, Pharaohe the flows good 

You couldn't hang if you was Ving Rhames in Rosewood 

Couldn't string together some shows 

If hoes would sing together a song for you 

And then you came when the doughs good 

I'm Billy Joel, I really sold 

Might dust off some red vinyl that's really old 

Or chop drums 

On a roll while I'm shotgun 

With a wireless MPC 4000 I got one 

I bomb crew, I'm hot 

I'm cool with Top Gun, but not 

That fond to Tom Cruise, I got 

A pool to lyrical warn shots that you shouldn't respond to 

Like pant legs around the ankles of hipsters 

I'm tight 

Paintin' a more visual picture than Pixar 

Get more, skull than Skelator or rip fuel 

While y'all bite like parasites and pitbulls 

[Repeat Chorus:] 

[Sean Price:] 

It goes punch, shoot, stab, kill 

Smoke this, sniff that, nigga pass the pills 

Niggas rap about daffodils 

Tree hugger 

That's when the gat clap ya grill 

P mug ya 

My defense is offense 

Offense is nonsense 

Drunk with a cufi on 

Bring it to Allah bent 

Clark Kent with the glasses off 

Power fuckin' Loise Lane cause her ass is soft 

Crip tonight/kryptonite, but I'm a blood today 

Latin King tomorrow keep it caliente 

I send Spanish niggas to visit your label 

? Ref en biente? and take your digital cable 

The God hard body 

Y'all ain't physically able 

To test me 

I'm Jet Li 

This whipping is fatal 

Blast sketch 

Y'all niggas is past sex 

Acting like a boss get lost, what up Hex? 

[Repeat Chorus:] 

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