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Internal Affairs


Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 8
Year: 1999

Intro Lyrics - Internal Affairs - Pharoahe Monch

Introducing, the star of the show 

Bring it on if you think you can hang 

Represent one time time time 

 

May I have your attention, please, what you are about to hear 

Is undoubtedly the most incredible MC of the year 

No, no, no, no no wait no please no wait no listen, um 

All that I wish to do is to display 

A brand new rendition of style that I have 

 

It'll only take a moment of your time, four minutes 

Then it will be beneficial when it is replenished 

But then again, you might never return to the shit 

You're hearing on the radio, get burned 

 

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I have a dream, one day we will get to the promised land 

Then the president will be me 

The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli that's it 

All whackness is now banned 

 

Obtain access through rector scans 

Voice verification enhancement, the man who moves his hand 

And will motion light detect you 

For genetic confirmation, DNA verification 

 

Access pharoahe, codename 13 

Residence south side, queens, armed and dangerous 

Smack the nigga in the mouth stabbed his mother in the eyeball 

I brawl like Mike Tys, in his prime 

 

My advice you think twice before you grime 

'Cause I'll wink once 

(One time) 

Your bitch is mine 

'Cause she's feeling the flow best believe I'm drilling the hole 

Heads high kill em wit the low 

 

Photos 

 

Revealing, chillin', filling up position to be killing the show 

Stoppin' 'em on top feeling plus I'm grilling the dough 

For a couple of million or so I'll be willing to blow 

Pharoahe look up in the air and a million niggaz 

Are feeling 'em on the low 

 

Every syllable of mine is an umbilical cord through time 

For the sick typical niggaz who choose to pick pitiful rhymes 

Spit, shit it's more dimes to get 

More higher levels of spirituality to reach and I'm trying to win 

 

Refuse to lose, refuse to lose 

Refuse to lose, refuse to lose 

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