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1. _ Mayor
* knock at the door *
[mayor] jesus christ, who is it?!?!
[dapig] officer fleming!
[mayor] come in! hey, good morning, how ya doin?
[dapig] good morning your honor
[mayor] want a donut?
[dapig] uhh, no thank you
[mayor] what are you doin with that shotgun * last two words slow down *
* a burst of gunshots *
[pharoahe monch]
In short was that i had shot him, several times in the head
Mount sinai, 6:15, pronounced dead
The news reporter said the assailaints fled the city
Meanwhile i'm shacked across the street, in some
Shitty-ass hotel, waitin til things get a little quiet
Dunn i could try to bounce, but now why should i even try it?
The riot that ensued, i viewed bird's-eye
Fifteen floors up behind the curtains in the nude
Took three-hundred and sixty-five to get close to him
Boast to him, roast, when i put the toast to him
Dangerous, the most heinous crimes have been committed
Through painless means, more famous lives have been acquitted
To hell he went, bent, sent, government issues
With my initial in print, ah, we'll never miss you
In the streets, understanding that you made it hard to eat
Complete the cypher, or, make ends meet
Twenty-five years my father spent hard labor you suspended him
From the force, placed his head beneath the pendulum
Periphreal vision now, doorknob shiftin
Optical illusion or the coke that i'm sniffin
Think, primal instinct, maybe it's me
Hit the lights must hit the floor simul-taneously
Seems as though this is manifested through some amazin dream
Dazed cops entered the room with guns and lazer beams
But dazed it seems we blast at, one another
Bullets hit the chest of this, black undercover
My last minutes on earth, drop say a prayer
Fuck it if i'm gonna die at least i shot the mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow (2x)
[pharoahe monch]
Walked out the room staggerin, dagger in my back
Dazed wagglin my leg, imagin i'm not afraid
Grazed and bruised, amazed at who's surroundin
Cop guns, cocked back, swat teams, astoundin
From rooftops, troops glock to smack my melon
Felon, seargenat yellin for me to come out like ellen
Propellin walked through the lobby and the front door
Packin hand grenades and strapped with c-4
The more swine, the merrier, harrier jets overhead
Ready to riddle my body with bullets of lead
A dead man walking, destination devil's lair
Fuck it if i'm gonna die at least i shot the mayor!
I feel, pain and sorrow
My heart's, hard and hollow
I can't go on, to see tomorrow
Ooh, i've, gone too far
Can, turn, back no more
Hell.. open your door!!!!!!
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2. _ Wwiii
Chorus: pharoahe monch and shabaam sahdeeq (repeat 2x)
Weight of the world on your shoulders gotta hold it up
When the pen's burnin the paper never fold it up
When the plan is set in motion never slow it up
We seize the planet like war then we blow it up
[pharoahe monch]
Cleverly beginnin em with synonyms when i went in with homynyms
Extended em out, defendin em with linear raps when enbalmin em
Bendin em back, blendin em with miraculous type
Fuck is up? y'all niggaz do like dracula's bite
Uhh, don't even bother gotta lotta cats who swallow
For dollar raps scholar holla back like a rawk' wilder
Me get ya hit ya split ya open sit you down
Get you in the ring, sling slang boxing rounds withcha
Snap your bone gristle, crystal motel
Queens missle pistol-whip you army issue shouldn't fuck witchu
Or get niggaz like yusef, you're useless
Attack back, smack your whole team toothless
Now welcome to the new york knicks
Where averex are the jerseys and the boots are the kicks
Y'all on the dick the way we pose for the flicks
Queens style, redhook now all in the mix
Chorus
[shabaam sahdeeq]
P, pass the baton, we mashin whatever crew want sahdeeq
Black on tracks like dutch flashbacks
Settle the score, make y'all know for sure
That what we, bring to the table your mental'll digest
Put away your forks, can't eat these mc's
Just as, hungry as you, hungry as you
Snatch it our your hand before you bite or chew, we invitin you
To spar, with the likes of this two, got you spillin your brew
Intercept your soundwave, bitch!
Hijack your frequency quick, and bang our shit
Motivated to make it but foes try to block flows
Knock those, crush em like a bag of nachoes
Keep em on they toes, word up, like ballet
You sweet sap suckers get served like cafes
You candy cats melt in my pockets like milky ways
Southside, bk hurtin niggaz for days
Chorus
[ss] blow it up with incredible landmine rhymes
[pm] federal crime for sure, third world war
[ss] weight on my back like atlas, our tactics
To hem em like denim and pin they back to the canvas
[pm] yo, who want this, who want nu-ttin but conflict
Blow up they barracks with a c-4 brick
[ss] we move swift, so you better react quick and
Watch your nugget 'fore we launch these hits
Chorus
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3. _ Tender Verses
First verse: prince poetry
I be the prince, mastermind of lyrical bomb threats
Green beret just to take it to the next
Lets, observe this worldwide, what's the status?
Lies alibis and racism is bustin at us
So i dive take cover, pull out to bust back
Tight fisted rap type cat with fly shit on the map
One of the most illustrious emcees livin wit' ya
Styles hoping that it'll fit ya
Sit ya down peep my intergalactic type sound
With a little common sense and some soul
While the punding of stress builds it's time to prove
Attica blues from the dept, collect mine's cos i already paid my dues
Uhh, emerging up from teh organized dungeon
Keeping this shit tender, from new york to london
Plunge in mega-knowledge and dept gets swept
For lunging at a ground layer, player, now monche is bringing the drums
In, uhh.
Second verse: pharoahe monch
Who flips in to two dimensions
Turning poison dipped razors
At foes, and crews who choose to not pay dues
Those niggas that act up in my scenery, cinema
Why when i'm a nigga that's eminent
In size like tenement buildings, plus sky scrapers fly
But pharoe does not stick to fly paper
I, aeon fluctuate
Way beyond points of vanishing, vanishing emcees
Managing rhymes that are damaging space time continuums
Continually i collect emcees as ornaments
In rememberance of those once defeated in rap tournaments.
Sample:
<pharoe, i choose to cruise through space
Spattering matter on these new attica blues tapes>
Woman:
"from paper to pen, from pen to...."
(fade)
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4. _ Stress (remix)
[pharoahe monch]
Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny
You can fool me but i cannot fuck with rudy gulliani
Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophranic, can it
I can kill it from the west coast to the atlantic
Nowadays it seems it's hard to maintain
Can't take the stress, yes god, i'm going insane
If you can fill my veins say "yes"
If you can feel the pain say "stress"
Pharoahe, i possess the skills to bring it to yor chest
With lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation
With his excellency prince standing next to me
And especially extra p on the sp
12 zero zero, i stand tall and be a hero
In times of stress, the pharoahe won't fess
Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 16x)
[large professor]
Now nothing ain't deeper than having to throw a nigga in the sleeper
Don't stress, and take that shit from large profess
Cause i be on the train trying to maintain
Getting lower than the whole while the record man gain
And it make me want to sting somebody, with the shottie
Cause i can't relate to living less than great
So i while i make a fat beat to eat
Some of my mans from john ball high school are sleeping in the street
That stress shit is ill, if you let it, it will
Having your ass on the staircase smoking a scrill
Never that for me, nigga my name's extra p
I can't afford to be stressed the fuck out in '93
Or '94, cause everybody knows my solution
To being stressed is looking at the front door
Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 8x)
[prince poetry]
God knows i can't take this stress
Working my fingers to the bone, my middle fingers for all you rap singers
Not representing your hood
I stroll through the projects giving niggas dap cause my respect's good
Verbal assassinator, sharp with the tounge, i come
Out of my pockets to fulfill a wish before another brother
And another one, that you're looking for
Mr. bigot, officer, i'm legit, now can you dig it?
Hey lady, i don't want your pocketbook, my black ass
Don't like my ass black? i'd rather cross the street leaving a stupid look
On your grill, spark a phil, parlay
?hosey toe? in the spot, call up ?concay?
Extra large profess, give the rest of the old funk
So what i left the rhyme on the dresser
My man dy-lou, he's in this, rest in peace, you're in here
?reckapice? you be the daddy, god knows you're in there
Sincere's the queer cause the east is representing
Baby doll, prince is my name, shit's real, so listen
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5. _ Late Night Action
No question we doin this shit once more, once more
Intro/chorus: all together
The mic strikes, the main event, there's no dull moment
They frail cause their shell lack one component
That's the motive of locs, big payback shit
Organizin, for your late night action
(repeat 2x, substitute fourth line in first repeat with "organizin")
[prince poetry]
I'm comin through to administer sinister, effects
Funky ghetto intellects, infrareds and the tecs
Cause foes envy, look for the remi i had it in me
Bark loud with the dogs like them frogs on ?skinny spinday?
[boke rule or cairo]
Gimme gimme, you sweet get licked like yum-yum's
Run up on your set with pumps and dum-dum's
I let a nigga shine with his glass house image
Cause everything he own is us, with percentage
[pharoahe monch]
Aiyyo i never sold coke (what?) never cut class (uhh)
Never shot handbrawl but i smoke a little grass, who?
Clever with the math, queens remember boom bash tricks?
When it comes to rap, pharoahe gets up in that ass quick
Chorus: repeat 2x
[all together]
We on the creep, gotta eat, on this level of next
Hold it down control the frequency in cash and sex
Another beat, hit the street, neat deposit the checks
Baby girl freaked it and ?stump? in those discotechques
When we get on people say, "hey yo they ain't no joke"
But these mc's steady schemin lookin all down our throat
Organized and ill rahlos got your bubble on float
Now think about but overall nigga consider it broke
[cairo or boke rule]
Premeditated combustible, skills variated
In the chamber of the cockback, waiting to be fragnated
Just in case it's deadly the occupied skated
Then faded into a state, that made them obligated to wild
Motherfuckin mic striker, i splash with the rubber grip
Rapid fire star trek phaser, ain't nuttin over here
Mickey mouse phantasia, get your mouth
Filled with blood, tryin to fuckin front like frasier
[prince poetry]
Blaze ya, like the finest herbs imported from asia
My laser, kinetics cuts ass like a razor
Prince the major i'm h-bomb, ready to burst
With ambidexterous rhythms for your auto-reverse
Chorus: repeat 2x
[boke rule or cairo]
Main event, mic strike, the holdin down the shit bit
I'm hip, caught the wire they were bringin in equipment
(bring it on motherfucker) who the mojo, launched from a distance
How could get grant union, infiltrate with precision
Nigga you could get your ass slammed, get your ass slammed
Niggaz lyrics is funny like ?funk go lan?
But not my mens we organized legendary
Slicin devils or bustin pushin bitches off the ferry
[pharoahe monch]
Very spectacular rap, vocabulary vernacular
Shit i'ma get the rhythm precise, that of an accurate
Splice to tape, be calibrated like a mechanic
Say it son! you borough nigga my aerodynamics is all that
Chorus: repeat 2x
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6. _ Simon Says (get The Fuck Up)
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah i said it -- rub on your titties
New york city gritty committee pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name
Pharoahe-fuckin-monch, ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in the range, then your shit's inebriated
Phased from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold platinum round the world, i sold wood in the hood
But when i'm in the street, then shit it's all good
I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like tomb raider
Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
Style's greater, let my lyrics annoint
If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Put your hands to the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Fuck it i said, rub on your titties
New york city gritty committee, pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
(yo, where you at?) uptown let me see em
Notorious for the six-fives and the bm's
Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 pm
Ugnh, ignorant minds, i free em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree i'm,
The most obligated, hard and r-rated
Stated to be the best, i must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Cause i asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether your ridin the train or in lexus-es
This is for either/or rollies or timex-eses
Wicked like exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
The bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
I said, rub on your titties!
New york city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
Act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New jeru, get the fuck up!
Shaolin, get the fuck up!
Long isle, get the fuck up!
Worldwide, get the fuck up!
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