God Send Lyrics - Singles - Pharoahe Monch

[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. 

i seen it all through the eyes of a needle 

depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people 

niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about 

who's fuckin who, when time is of significance 

ghost, we disregard the most magnificent 

eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal 

stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil 

credits about to roll and hell is the sequel 

[prince poetry] 

incarcerated scarfaces in all places 

crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases 

y-2-k fuck up, you're left faceless 

hustlers bury money in garcia vega cigar cases 

give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses 

trumpet in tune, pharoahe and prince legitimate reasons 

for why they thumpin - hi i'm the most endangered species 

by all means, survival is what i teach these 

first time offenders catchin seven to fifteen 

now my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen 

bust your shit like mitch greene (snitch) i switch scenes 

bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in queens 

what? stray bullets continue shatterin dreams, batterin spleens 

i'm gatherin schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend 

take food from a table and get drunk to your death 

now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath 

i seen it all through the eyes of a needle 

depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people 

niggaz'll never learn (shit) we just concern about 

who's fuckin who, when time is of significance 

ghost, we disregard the most magnificent 

eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal 

stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil 

credits about to roll and hell is the sequel 

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