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[prince poetry]
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, con-vertibles fly by
The sky..

[pharoahe monch]
..blue, fields green
Paints a picture that creates a scene
Of the destiny that controls my fate
Reflections of light, creates shapes

[prince poetry]
Inside of this particular sphere, i see kids in the street
When i pass, i go beep! beep! beep!

[pharoahe monch]
See the black boy over there runnin scared
His old man runs numbers summers
Come in and he'll feel dumb if his son
Doesn't have a new pair of sneakers
So he combinates people's numbers in sequence
When play straight, but not in the leaders

[organized konfusion]
Hip-hop pumps inside of jeeps and cars
It's daytime but we still peep stars
Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go
We gotta step, let's, jet!

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun!
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..

[pharoahe monch]
Love and hate, black and white
Right or wrong, who is right?
Some smoke joints to annoint their brain
To the vanishing point, so they won't go insane

[prince poetry]
Mother may i? yes you may
Take some giant steps, to go out, and play
I got next, sorry duke, i got my five
You better call next, and step to the side

[pharoahe monch]
There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme
I just wanna go on a ride
On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually..

[prince poetry]
..individually, we go our seperate ways
To get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
With my boots that i nickname tim-ber
Here comes dayfall
I can remember when we used to chill and hang
With paul, sea..

[organized konfusion]
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..

Sittin on a stoop, while the johnny-pump shoots
Water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to l.o.n.s. and yes
The girls display flesh by the way they dress

[prince poetry]
The ave surprises, the fulfilling collage
Of scratches that strike like sticky matches
Attacking techniques with combinating
Constantly motivating highly elevating the light steps

[pharoahe monch]
When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension
I bypass howard, and detour benson
Cause i don't really feel like fencing today
So i chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow..
.. flow, abstract the sax always seems to relax you
But at the same time, it attacks you
In this particular era of darkness
Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this
Trail to follow the light that's guiding you from
The evil that you walk into the sun
From what i see it's an addiction
I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction
Grab my hand, hold it tightly
Close your eyes and maybe you might see what i see
Yo, what i said simplistic
But what i see's not materialistic

[prince poetry]
My hayfever is actin up, so i took a couple of antihistamines
Whew! i got struck with relief
Now patiently, i wait for the summer
Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer
A terrific brother was havin a specific get-together by the beach
Rolling rock's, plus peach schnapps, served on the rocks
The organisms play the boardwalk, pullin numbers from pros' peak
The scenario, where we go pumpin the alpine stereo
Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go-
-round up the herbs at six flags; we're on a mission
Hittin the streets of new york in zig-zags
Walkin to the park, hark, the herald, named erald
Who creates with charts
Central park swarms with intellectual dialects
With the potential, of the city's best emergency medical techs
So i dip dip dive
Listen to the musicians in the park play live
The funky drummer was drummin even though he was a bum
Some couldn't comprehend, the vibe that blended
With the sum, there were some, who wasn't dumb
I supported with the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one
Yo, i gave a clap, i gave a wink, i gave a shout
I gotta meet the monch, strike three, and i was out!

[prince poetry]
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
Don't sleep, just peep the whole damn connnnn-cept
I'm out to wreck!! sucker mc's steppin to me with garbage
I'm goldilocks and i'm, taxin your porridge (yeah!)
Ooooooh, cold but yummy
I slept in your bed, and your girl sucks funny
I'm out to bash, beats and, drop snares
Crush tables and smash up chairs, yeah
So consider me on a rampage
I spread out and hit ya like a sawed off twelve gauge
So back up, don't play me close
Most boast to be the best, but you can't, and will never
Ever in your life, come close to a mic, assassinator
I'm playin you out like beta
I'm, watchin you, front
Flaunt your puss-head lookin just like bark
This is just a verbal whippin
For all you who don't fall, but you keep slippin
Shootin the gift for the guh-guh-gab
I'm gonna dunk on your neck just like kareem
Ab-dul, yo and ain't cool
So don't let me act like a fool
Cause i'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
With the rock passed by the pharoahe m-o-n, c-h
The chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
When punks verbally and, physically try to get over
With no skills, no comp..petition
Havin you reminiscin about a brother
Who don't give a damn about dissin
Black and white, clever like a superstition
Cause concepts flow, with the use of a
Pen, a sheet, and when braincells meet
Brain-bustin mc's try to get hype but
Smell like doo-doo cause they can't even wipe butt
Stuck-up and quite conceited
Your one hit song, all year long, at shows
Everybody knows it cause you're gonna repeat, like reruns
Put your iron away, cause i got three guns
Now that we've got things up and out in the open
And clear yo, grab a chair
Cause i swing with a style that's rather ill
The illiterate can't consider it legitimate so i
Kick simplistic rhymes for the plain
For the peanuts, i commence to go insane
Shredder of a competitor, makin it better for
Rap listeners, cause i'm headed for
The top of the hill where jack can't chill
Just me and jill cause jack has no skills
Now tell me why everybody wants to be a prince
No skills, no sense, nonsense
I'm steppin up front, and to be quite,
Blunt a radical creator of a poetical hypnotical mathematical
Slang slurs punch, that stuns and amazes
Prince poetry shoots powerful phrases
Interrupting your braincells, dilutin your thoughts
Causin side effects fully disintegratin body parts
Cause i stalk when i pray upon in the form of the flesh
Now weaken when prince poetry commence speakin
Side by side i rock with the pharoahe
Watch you decomposin mc's, and look there's only a shadow
Too late, cause i'm gone, i explode
And i drop a hip-hop again, atomic, atom bomb
Releasin lyrics that you better not be usin
Organizin beats that you find konfusin

[pharoahe monch]
Yeah.. here we go..
Aiyyo umm prince (yo!) brothers try to swing on me
Nut i don't think they can hit it (nah)
These (these) styles, mc's they, just can't get it (why?)
The way i ar-ti-cu-late my flows (my flows!)
Sometimes i think i know some shit
Some mc's just don't know; the
Quicker i'm kickin the style
Slippin and stickin the words hit quicker
Better figure the verbs are thick in you
While the poetical fanatical rap acrobatical style
Static never had any so i'm packin a black
Automatic pistol itchy by the c.i.a.
By the way, my display of rhymes that i will lay
Down on wax, distributed from a zodiac
Digitally, with a funky appeal
From the reel to reel, it doesn't matter
I still got the skill to get ill
Straight literature when you try to hit em with your
Wack style, the critics are sore to crack smiles
So back up black cause you lack the skills
When i ask your girl, tax your girl
She said she wanted it from the back so i waxed your girl
So why would you try to swing, on a nigga
With a itchy trigger finger better bring a bigger auto
Hit, swing a nigga if you wanna get rid of me (damn)
Your first mistake, was to consider me
A new jack black when i ahhhh-lready knew that
So get back, step back, move back, out of my way
When i roll offbeat (offbeat) again
Again and again and again and again and again
Blending the style, mending it like this
So that you can check it out when i flow awkwardly
Awkwardly i flow, yo, let's go
Most don't recollect me as t-r-o, y
Cause i'ma get fly, with a microphone
Dope with a microphone, you can't cope with a microphone
Cause i'ma be illin, buckin off into your grill and
Fillin your face with knuckles and watchin the blood spill in
Down the sewer, always knew i could do a brother
With a crew of, good mc's
Or maybe even a few are stale mc's
I scatter data that'll catapault a metaphor
The epitcle epilogue editor
Trendsetter, letters are formin together
In the jaw side of my mouth, i'm alphabetic
Call me a librarian, rhymes are scary when
I mix verbs and phrases and put the vocabulary in places
Where, only the m-o-n-c-h can do it
So don't ever despise
Red is the color when you look in to my organized/eyes
You'll see konfusion
When i'm usin a style for abusin mc's are loosin.. quick
The o-r-g-a-n-i-z-e-d-k-o-n-f-u-s-i-n-g will transmit!

[pharoahe monch]
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
Words of wisdom never abuse the lines
They increase, as i release a phrase like a uzi 9
From the larynx
Shot in repitition, words never heard before
But still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack
From dawn to dusk, for liberation
Driven i will never give in to interrogation
The rank, given to me, the pharoahe
Cause every bro flows like a crossbow
Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow
Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled
But wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head
Here's the key to unlock the door:
Imagine a poet without poetical form
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
Cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war

[prince poetry]
I drop smash and causin damage equivalent
To a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like
A poetical soldier in vietnam, poetry
Releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating
As they stalk past the fatal acid
As a rebel of rap, i stop, load the luger
As i manuever with the caution as i verbally counterattack
Striking like a mad sniper cause i'm the type of
Hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy
Cause i'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin me
Cause i'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind
Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep cause i creep attackin from the side
That is blind, therefore i gotta be hard to the core
And i walk, as a prisoner of war

[pharoahe monch]
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert em and flirt em insert em then i repel em
A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin
Breakin open the vault because i'm like a verbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack take rap to the maximum
You're strung out you're hung out when you heard the style
That i brung out of faint air must come out my mouth
Where i stick my tongue out in the at-mos-phere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, i'm rappin
Pickin-em-stickin-em up, breakin-em-shakin-em up, and bashin
The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detatching one's head directly from one's neck
Still i've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain i came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When i rhyme for the prisoners of war

[prince poetry]
There is strength in my men-tal-bolism, brains to spare
Upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects
Affects my future environment
So in the event i drop science to suit ya, uproot ya
Hunt ya down
Verbally attackin from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya
Lurkin through the shadows of darkness, shots fired
The spark hits the trees, releasin lyrical ammo
While i camoflouge in the flash of my stature
Mentally cease mc's, that be surrounded i capture
And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed
And plus your government officials are corrupted
Cause they're down with us; poetical rebels on a rampage
Of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects
Heat is scopin you through my infrared twenty-twenty
Scope lens, steppin upon base that's when the
Organized konfusion massacre begins with a blast
Never will an intruder approach cause they will never ever last
Cause the task is total termination
Poetry and the pharoahe starts as the revelation

South side's a town with a lot of hustle and bustle
A kid got stuck, for a buck under the trussle
Died with pride, he thought he had a big heart muscle
He fought back, but the attack was brutal
Futile to his survival and the event that his crew will
Seek revenge on the assailants who rushed him
They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends a benz with rims by gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
Kids wanted to be him when they saw him in the coliseum
Lots of cash hoppin fast on the avenue
Pump up your system loud, and he'll laugh at you
Cause under the tec is a gooseneck
And a glock 9, when he stops at the light
Pumpin rides into the top in ...

South side (repeat 10x)

I grew up on the rough side of town, kids play stick-up
Playing the game of survival going uptown to pick up
Supportin the taste, with leathers and bamboos and black timbs
Benz parked, at the curb while puffin herb (word)
Cruisin, one-six-oh, with the lean
Sportin bv's on the beamer with the italian wintergreen interior
While the alpine pump, you get open
Hoppin hopin to catch them all open, girls scopin as you unlock
Now you gotta go gotta go
Hoppin down merit to get back to the four-oh
Back in the days queens never got props
But south side had citywide respect plus knockouts
Forty, baisley, suptin, merit
Queens wack step back i don't wanna hear it i'm from

South side (16x, scratching intermixed)

Projectiles are fittin, inside of a clip and
Personally there's no particular name that's written
On the side of a slug, damn it's bugged
When pretty women begin to bend over a drug
She used to be the type of girl that was flashy
Now the scars from the concrete make her knees look ashy

Cops constantly stay on high speed chases
Trying to remember faces from previous arrest cases
Bulletproof vest is the hottest items to invest in
Shots fired one was hit with the hollow-tip and it caved his chest in
Kids are gathered around him coffin quiet
Softly they're standin cause there's baby left as an orphan
Cause the life of an illegal entrepeneur
Is more than a rag-a-ma-jaga a scorpio buy my cure

South side (repeat 4x)

Your man wants to get rid of ya
Cause now you're the number one neighborhood pharmeceutical distributor
How could you ever expect this
From your man that he would plant product inside of your lexus
Today you're having lunch with a cutie
You gotta hunch you're the type of brother that's moody
So instead you drive a sterling, lime green
To match the colors inside of your eightball sherling
So today he escapes fate, to live another day
To pick up scale weight inside of a ghetto

Inside of the ghetto, cars gather together
Gettin ready to hop, under the summer weather
Armor all glistenin in the sun, it's four cars
And they're each two deep, but you still find it necessary to carry a gun
Hoppin to the beach, with a jeep
Full of chinese cut broads passin by perpetrators
Perpetratin frauds, you're on the beach, playin cards
Thinkin about, pickin up a convertible saab
As the sun sets, you all jet inside of the ride
But your mentality flips, cause you gotta get back to the

South side (repeat 16x)