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Who Stole My Last Piece Of Chicken?
Of all the things my momma used to cook, I liked chicken. You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?. Well, I expect to find it when I get home or else.
Walk Into The Sun (remix)
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea. Rain support roots that implants the tree. There's a breeze in the park, kites fly high. Under the branches, convertibles fly by the sky.
Walk Into The Sun
The sun reflects off of the waves at sea. Rain support roots that implants the tree. There's a breeze in the park, kites fly high. Under the branches, convertibles fly by the sky.
Thirteen
[pharoahe monch]. Comin ahh, comin ahh. I'm comin like a redneck trucker!. Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it. Face the bass; crumb you run when you hear it.
The Extinction Agenda
Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. Crush, kill, destroy, stress. . Pain, stress, my brain can't even rest.
Stray Bullet
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism. Which gives a response, for the automatic. Clip to release projectiles in single file. Forcing me to ignite then travel through the barrel.
Soundman
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yo, Mr. Soundman, we would very much appreciate it. (Yes indeed). If you add a tad bit more mids. And a little more lows to the mic.
Somehow, Someway
Somehow, someway. We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day. Somehow, someway. We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day.
Sin
*sounds of a baby crying*. . *pharaohe monch whining*. . Pharoahe:. . God why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads. They can't fuck with me, I try to explain to the name won't misses.
Roosevelt Franklin
Don't forget to do that thing for your mother, Roosevelt. Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, alright. . Running upon the jagged edge, fuck the rough life. When you have to gain much respect.
Questions
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Pharoahe. Right, right. Brother, why don't you explain. How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game?. . Yo, I got a question, in hip-hop who they followin'?.
Prisoners Of War
I stand here before the forces of evil with a style. The poetically God-gifted child. Bringin' forth the story of a lyrical soldier. Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder.
Organized Konfusion
Capital P to the R to the I to the N to the C to the E. To the P to the O to the E, try harder, don't bother. Prince Poetry, the man not a myth. I'm not the type that you can walk up and eff with.
Open Your Eyes
There's just too many rages. Too many infinite screams at night, we're living in concrete cages. Another child is doomed to be torn in his mother's womb.
Move
Uhh, check it, uhh, yo. . What we came to do today is drop the science. And spread love your ways, peoples, you better move somethin'. We get the fire started inside of the party.
Maintain
I'm sitting at the edge of my bed and I'm fed. Up with negative thoughts running straight through my head. Life's ready and I can't make moves, it's hard.
Invetro
Two weeks before my old man busted up in her. My moms never walked slow. Now she smoke crack, sit back and listen to talk shows. I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight.
Hate
Recognize me, nigga, look into my eyes. See raw visualizations of hate reincarnated. In it's most unadulturated form, I breed evil incarnate. Only for the purpose to mislead, what was once promising seeds.
Black Sunday
Lawd, help me out now. We gotta get together, we gotta Organize. No matter the weather. It's a black Sunday, hey. . I used to watch my grandmother catch the Holy Ghost in church.
Audience Pleasers
By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm. Expressin', flexin', flaunt the style that's wicked. (Uhh). Inflicted, addicted, now people can't understand.
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