Trilogy Lyrics - Pharoahe Monch

I now pronounce you husband and wife 

You may now kiss the bride 

Cops comin', shots fired 

Babies cry, I cry 

Wishin' I, could change what 

This is just my life 

God 

Why is my wife bleeding? 

Sheet cover her face, paramedics are leaving 

Behind her clothes it's apparent she's not breathing 

I'm a little confused about what it is I'm seeing 

Plus there's a naked man on my lawn 

Police in the living room with all of their guns drawn 

Out, and the last thing I remember is 

Uh, last thing I remember is 

I received a text page from Julio who expressed that I left my cell-phone in the studio 

Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools 

Next to a six-pack of O'Douls and some soul food 

Yeah and I was on my way home 

Exit the expressway to use the payphone 

But fuck it 'cause my wife isn't back from her trip 

I sneak into the house 'cause she'll never expect it 

Except 

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He put the gun in my hand 

Told me go take my revenge 

Killing him won't make it go away 

It's only gon' bring more pain 

I tied his hands behind his back to the night-stand fast 

Ropes made bruises on his light-skinned ass 

"See, I can play games too" 

Yeah, that's what I told him when he came to 

Now look, see what the game and the fame do? 

Made a deranged mind out of someone in your same crew 

Fuck man, we grew up together 

Run-DMC, tougher than leather with the same outfits 

Forty-deuce, takin' flicks like 

Why did you fuck my wife, man? 

You shoulda took my life man 

I switched the gun into my right hand 

The sweat accumulated on his forehead 

I saw red, he said... 

Now was it worth it man? 

Was it everything you imagined, was it perfect? 

Photos 

Took you to be my lawfully wedded wife 

To have, to hold, to love, to cherish but 

Death till us part 

What a coincidence 

Now perhaps the police will be convinced that it was an accident 

If I'm accurate and careful with the evidence 

This mother fucker says passing up my residence 

And to believe those vile set a precedence 

From the start it should've been obvious it never did 

Prevalent, the wicked debauchery and decadence 

Was carried out with such masterful excellence 

And this is just where you rip my heart 

It was natural to transform murder into art 

And the weight of my conscience would knowingly carry 

Three-sixty-five days to the date that we was married 

Thoughts that I would achieve the murder would vary 

We're closer than ever 

Together we'll be buried cause 

Evil eyes that bide 

How they go you so 

Why do we 

What do they see? 

I just lost control 

Had to let you go 

I cry 'cause slowly we try 

So slowly we die 

Buried alive in the grave 

Too exhausted to climb out 

Before dirt was tossed on me 

Come to find out 

No friend of mine, she sleeping with committed the crime 

In the past three years, switched identities six times 

And all the while I'm devoted to love and loyalty 

They plotted on my publishing checks and royalties 

She's thinking its true love 

He's scamming her for the quop 

Got in order to devise my own intuitive plot 

Put the prose on him 

Launched the probe on him 

Now harm him, pen him, get him exactly where I wanted him 

Cornered him, now his mission is aborted 

You are about to be professionally extorted 

Guess we all 'bout to murder tonight 

Miss pretty brown eyes while she sleeps under the moonlight 

Do it and bounce 

The keys to the crib you'll find under the mat in the front of the house 

Just do it, what out