1.Interior Assasin's Car 3：35 A.m.(Skit)
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2.They Don't Want It!
3.March 21 3：45 A.m.(Skit)
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4.9xs Out Of 10
Where most niggaz would stop, he would just be gettin started
Go all out
I seen people stop in mid-stride, reverse, change directions
Go through buildings to avoid passing him
Nine times out of ten, a nigga wanna shine
But nobody shines brighter than the light organized
Extra-tight, one hundred percent, drama full armor
The persona is to 'crush kill destroy' the bad karma that
Hums superb, lyrics emerge from the slums
Of the latest gun drug runs, fun feds and dum-dums
Priority and confidential
Organized mission is rippin any instrumental, believe that
Wa-wa-wa-wa-watch me-me-me get-get me-me so-so-in-in-incred-
-di-di-di-dibly-bly-bly ov-bly-bly over your head, head
I shed styles like reptile skins
While nigga rhyme the same, rip beginnin to the ends
Of they lp's, try to tell me shit
With they pussy-ass poems and they bullshit (bullshit) skits
Shit i'm hitting you harder than nancy kerrigan on the shin
Fuck it if niggaz can't comprehend
Fuck yo, consider me iller than ill, with skill, nigga chill
Still, some sleep, too deep, not to get bitten
When i reveal technique - wherever i speak
I'm goin in for the kill, for real
Future street prodigy follow the model is hollow
Speak your name if your lyrics hold sorrow - ain't that a damn
shame？
Konfusion with the k and whole effects like rain
With acid from tomorrow, prince poe bizarro
Maintains the status, apparatus throughout the stratus-phere
Here stands one of the biddest
City crispy rhyme rebels clear like crystal
O.k. be the initials, ghetto dope officials
Nine times out of ten, a nigga wanna shine
But nobody shines brighter than the light organized
Extra-tight, one hundred percent, drama full armor
The persona is to 'crush kill destroy' the bad karma that
Hums superb, lyrics emerge from the slums
Of the latest gun drug runs, fun feds and dum-dums
Priority and confidential
Organized mission is rippin any instrumental, believe that
5.Questions
Prince poetry：
Yo, yo, yo, yo pharoahe
Pharoahe monch：
Right, right
Prince poetry：
Brotha why don't you explain
How hip hop got caught up in this ill rap game
Pharoahe monch：
Yo, i got a question
Who they followin
The niggas with skills
Or them niggas that be hollerin
Prince poetry：
Them niggas that be hollerin
These other two modelin
Niggas with skills
Always and forever keeps a followin
Pharoahe monch：
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips shit
Without being materialistic
Statistics show
Prince poetry：
Ask miss she know
Miss：
Just cause the niggas got doe
Don't mean they got that flow
Prince poetry ＆ pharoahe monch：
Right, just cause the niggas got doe
Don't mean they got that flow
Prince poetry：
What, nigga you can consider it the bomb
If i spit on it
Get on it
Ride for a little bit
Feel how your inner get
From internet
Intellect
Vibes that i'm sendin it
Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you remember it
Legitimate
Imminent
Crash course for illiterate
From ？？？？ to heavenly
Now some pop some shit
But labels get the big shit from sales
45 projects
Keepin it naughty like treach
6.Soundman
7.Move
8.Confrontations
9.Life ＆ Malice Exterior Club Nite(Skit)
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10.Numbers
Uhh, turn it up
Hah, uhh, yo, check it
Now add it up
Uhh, add it up
Uhh...
Check it out, we're like
Three lp's precise from my five deadly venoms
With international plugs like nine organized emblems
Get it？ twenty thousand leagues, extra deep
Runnin with the number thirteen with my 40 below's upon the feet
Now adam 12 got me in this 20／20
So i'm double oh seven about my four one one
Seventy-four catch my eighty-three degrees of heat
We merkin four-twenty eat island three five n2deep
Mack 10 under seat for carjacking passenger 57's
A product 19 who gets the dumpster behind 7 eleven
4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin but love for this nigga, mr. 16th letter
Mr. 16th letter, mr. 16th letter...
Yo, nine times out of ten, a nigga won't shine
I drop dime on five niggaz who all had nines
On the corner of my block doin crime, now i'm
Walkin around, with the fo'-pound, now lately
Lookin over my shoulder with a six hour three-eighty
Maybe the baby tec woulda been nicer to bring along
Sing along with me if y'all know the song
Mines, gimme, not vinnie but i'm naughty
In forty projects drinkin 40's till i'm forty ？
Truncatin drum loops with pauly
On the sp-1200 and 1212 you feel it
Mission to create, matrimony and reveal it
It's love in the form of life, as you know it
You skatin with the eight and i'ma damn sure show it
Funky four +1, you know makes five
Fantastic, romatic, got live
Furious was cheeriest, the treacherous three
We be the awesome two most definitely
... makes five ... got live
... three, we be the awesome two
Now i can get get, smart smart
But i'm not not eighty-six in the mind, mind you
I got a girl named ninety-nine, and when i rhyme
She rhymes too, she likes to do the sixty-nine
And so i climb, up through, to the, top of the pile
But see i'm not standing on gomer
I hit a homer, and i got jumped by the simpsons
Not to mention, pharoahe mon-chi-chi, eighty-nine percent
Of the time i'm sure of my rhyme like shake redemption
The remaining eleven percent come from seven percent
Great god pharoahe of heaven ascent
Racin a 5.0, in my 380i
On my way back from florida on four-ninety-five
We just parlayin with the one one one
Check one, now add it up
Now add the two ＊scratch＊ two two
Uhh, monch, add it up
Truly with the three three three three
Yo, add it up
We be the awesome two most definitely
Now just yesterday i couldn't took my last five heartbeats
Now i feeling it's for spiritual reasons
No more sweet sixteens and dick teasing
Too many tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha
bleedin
Fillin em up like unleaded phillips 66
Owin me more than 40 acres and these mule kicks
Gettin the 48 hours, like eddie murphy
Too dark to mix, now triple-six wanna hurt me
Still reachin for more than, ten million sales
In studio 54, waiting to exhale
When in the world 12 disciples, in this life cycle
That's trifle, so my impact's a twenty gauge rifle
Fifty／fifty eight and thirteen inches of weapon
7-1-8 to 2-1-3 on the 747
Three strikes, two tokes, once again for the mass
Furious like the five with grandmaster flash
Yo, funky four +1, you know makes five
Fantastic, romatic, got live
Furious was cheeriest, the treacherous three
We be the awesome two most definitely
11.Shugah Shorty
Prince poetry：
Aww man you like the best thing i've seen all day
I'm saying, give me a moment
One minute, one minute
Aww, come on sis
Chorus：
Shugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin
up
Shugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin
up
Shugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin
up
You kept walking shugah, yo i started catchin up
Peeping game now i'm the nigga that you smashin up
Prince poetry：
Damn sis, you lookin kinda, extra
Diggin your cat strut and your beautiful cocoa carribean texture
Savin all the small talk lecture, for chump light
You know deep inside i wanna sex you like no other
Chasin you down jamaica ave
A ghetto dope cleopatra, nigga shorty was bad
First she was iggin me son, sliding up in strawberries
Suckin down a sugar cone with nuts, sprinkles and cherries
Excuse me miss, but-uhh pecan
Can i get a lick？
I be the prince po, the rebirth of slick
So its cool like that
Me and you can make it all that, four flat
Into this elevator exotic world with the tall black
Ghetto dope don juan ready to see reflections in amazon rivers
with ya blue
Watters
Matchin straw hat, see the picture
Love it but it ain't perfect
We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it
Wheew!
I'm nothin but a space aged freak who wanna beam you up later
this week
So baby whats the word
Shugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin
up
Pharoahe monch：
Damn, it's like
Uhh,uhh, a feeling that i get inside
Hard to explain it , i'm getting tongue tied like
I hate when i wheez, stublin over the words
Mumblin, fumblin over my opening line
Jumblin rhymes together, you know my palms get all sweaty
And i uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh, ahh, uhh!
Misses, i can't explain how much i want to be up in it
And i know you ain't had no dick in a minute
Oh, you smoke beedies, see you go
Couldn't you see me and you stressed out in bikini's on the
beach in tahiti？
See me i'm very selective even though i could be greedy
My main objective is to write our names together in graffiti
And are be (？) so y'all can see me, speedy
(naw see)
You can be my centipede like we-be-fore-play
Cause i gourmet my food up like eatie and maxwell
Similar to that smooth kid's c-d
Monch, easily the most measily unmistakable
Believe me
Chorus
Pharoahe monch：
This one little chick she pissed me off
Comin out the store, now i'm holdin the door
To the bodega, she got a little man with her
Figuring if i kicks it to the kid then i could get her right
Say listen
I see you around every night around seven o'clock
You walkin up the block (？) with the rocks on the side of the
crib
With your kid on ya hip and ya close top notch,
You know the thirst baby
First we can deal with the math if you search through your purse
for a pen
We can blast off
Like hubble space craft material
I'm aware of you and your concern about vanirial diseases
If it pleases you, shit, jesus
I pack profolactics that stretch to my knees
She squinted, with a demented look behind a tented glass of a
girlfriend
Rented, benz e-class vented hate
But still hinted like i was self centered
She said speak to the hand
Y'all know that shit that girls invented
Aww, see it didn't have to be be like that wit you fiberglass
Backboard ass that's mad flat bitch
Shugah shorty why you backin up, got a nigga out here iggy actin
up
Hurricane g：
Who that big flat piece of chocolate
Sparkin it, rockin it, 'uhh, uhh-uhh,' rockin it
Prince poetry：
My name is prince, boo
Now few who speak don't be true
But you, you got this lovely but rugged stiggy
How you do？
Get out the car, lemmie see you
Now what's your name？
Hurricane g：'star'
Prince poetry：
Body was bizarre, yo star, where you live？
Hurricane g：
Far
Rockaway beach out in the boons
My niggas put five on it and stack all i like the loons
Packin twos
So pappi what you say？
Prince poetry：
When i'm grown i don't hump, i bone
I ain't playin
I'm a man who likes a treat
Message feet of the independent queen
To throw up some heat
Shit girl i can fix you something to eat
Prepare a five course meal while i'm makin the beat
Already got two things in this beautiful universal common
That's lovin a tight ass fuck, and some tight ass rymin
So what
We into somethin or your frontin, pilgrum
I ain't askin a protif be for make children
I'm skilled in body messages and sexual healin
I'm gentle, but i'm runnin wild just to make a million
We buildin baby
So here's enough for you to handle
That'll light you up and blow you out like candles
Chorus
12.Interior Car Nite(Skit)
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13.Invetro
Verse one
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
See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight
I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals
To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck
Shit, i'm pissin' in the abdomen
Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men
Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit
Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit
Where the fuck do i go from here？
Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it's hard to persevere
I swear i can't fuck with it
She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and i'm stuck with
it
The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts
Who share needles outside in the rain on kraftmatics
And laugh at it
I guess for them it seems funny but soon
I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume
Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb
I bloom to be emitted in june, considered a coon
Livin' my life incomplete though
On the edge of destruction, invetro
Chorus (x2)
I'd rather not be born
Than to be scorned in this world of hate
Where life escape me and stick me like thorn
Wild like child porn
-ography, the autobi of the unborn
Verse two
Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light
Fear it but very coherent that there's a fifty percent chance
that i might
Not make it in spite of the fact, it's my life
And can't take it, knowin' that i'm losin' this fight
To contradiction
The love with the hatred inviting friction
Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like christion
Understand mommy dearest is confused right now
But my faith brings us through someway, somehow
From now i vow to invest the livin', bow only to god
The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me
scarred
Disregard what the devil allowed on my set
This city's number one threat, huh
Bet i could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one
day
Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the
long stay
Flow as a positive form to first step
I want some friends and a ill-ass fuckin' neighbourhood rep
600 benz gooseneck with a nakamichi system in it
Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted
Desire presented for ice cream, big wheels, local rented movies
From power rangers, lion king, toy story and goonies
But the bomb, at least that's what i heard
Beyond my 9 to 5's i write a dope rap song
But with your insides gone the vision is frail
Dreams can't set sail
From all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales
Oh well, i still prevail, god always has something in store for
me
Outside this hell, move on
Torn in the eyes of allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon
My abortion clinic visit in the morn
Chorus (x2)
I'd rather be born, shine as the true and livin'
Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on
Still rethinkin' my position until i'm gone
Mission is to elevate mind
Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm
14.Chuck Chesse
15.Interior Marisol's Apartment(Skit)
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16.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
Please lord, help me make them see
I scatter data that i catapult to metaphor
The epiticle epilogue editor
Hey, hey, hey
Eaaase back, whoooo is that, getting up in your aaaaaass crack
Ooohhhhh shit
Say now, who you listen to
Park your ass like municipal, invisible lyrics
Not difficult to understand man
Spiritual, hit what you go, back-a-van
Lyricals aren't impossible
All opticals are not inside the plan
Let me see your hand
And if it does not have triple six's in the palm
Do not be alarmed, i am the sandman
My oracle waveband expand from the wasteland
＊jumbled wordplay＊
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to battle against evil and win
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to do battle against all who sin
And even when i'm gone
My energy returns to it's original form
Thus must warn
(all humans who do not meet the required specifications
For salvation will perish)
I piss into the face of the crowd
Lyrically i squash shit
Toss mic stands and fans
Before leaping into the mosh pit
Harshness isn't it？ ha, ha, ha, ha
Exquisite with the style that i be using
Choose to compete, you will lose
Poetical implants placed in my ears
Make me cause a catastrophe to the
Kick, drum, i'm the sinister of
Snail peak creek (？)
Never sleep, be aware
Who will escape unscaved
From a bombardment of scattered fragments
Released from hidden compartments
My termi-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nology
Is equivalent to trig-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nometry
I leave no optical footprint
Within sight of the stands of time
So it's impossible to follow me
You swallow leave and digest
No nutritional value
Never learn how to bow to the ones
Who allow you to wallow in the mist
Peacefully co-exist
With the men of medicine,
The lyrical antagonistic
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to battle against evil and win
You can not oppose me
God has choose me to do battle against all who sin
And even when i'm gone
My energy returns to it's original form
Thus must warn
(all humans who do not meet the required specifications
For salvation will perish)
17.Hate
Pharoahe monche：
Recognize me nigga, look into my eyes
See raw visualizations of hate reincarnated
In it's most unadulturated form i breeth evil incarnate
Only for the purpose to mislead, what was once promising seeds
Are now destroyed and misplaced with mischievious weeds for
greed
The purpose, inseminate the bitches
Eliminate top rappers, throw their remains insides of ditches
Nigga political snitches, abe me which is
The very reason i'm able to strike so vicious
Yea
Take these keys, that for years were not found
Allowing all simeons to be freed thats locked down
It returns way back to the block
Only to cop more smack, rock from cops that act
Not in a manner for you to prosper
You are ab-so-lete unless
You can handle the ball during a full-court press
When the weak emotion of love fails to bring hope
Kneel to your master nigga, invoke the strongest emotion
Known to mankind hate!
Awww, you are sadly mistaken if you think my aryan race
Can be taken out by the likes of you apes, kikes
Conservative nigga loving gooks, spooks, and dykes
My spikes, bald headed white laces
Braces the fact that i'm prepared for vicious acts of war
White power!
Hate!
Mike：
What we have hear is a situation where our government
Is allowing these aliens to take over the country
We can't allow this to happen! turn your bibles to psalms 34：21
'evil shall slay the wicked, and they that hate the righteous
Shall be desolate.' you there!
Young man in the back with your hand up
Prince poetry：
Who me？
Mike：
Speak
Prince poetry：
A fucking taxpayer who salutes to a confederate flag
My chain and thoughts is on the rag
Aryan ways learned from my grand-dad
I'm on my toes around these monkeys and spics
I thank god that i'm white, pure and don't mix
We need to snatch up these niggas and fags, reissue slave tags
Regain job positions, remain in control of opposition
Placed here to be the scum of the earth, serving us hand and
foot
I'll rape 'em and slave 'and trade 'em from birth
Never to overlook the main crook who disperse shook
Versions of the bible, sabotaging shit since christophers
arrival
Hate!
Making them indian pay for survival
Now life for ricans and coons is homicidal
We neo-nazis seek nothing but world domination
God's plan is for us to seek and destroy man's false creation
It's exerted in the good book of revelations
Set up to destroy spades and jews from hidden stations
So my offspring's can end all this confusion for good
No more smooching off of welfare for jiggaboos in the so-called
hood
Sickle cells decreasing your death rate, you black bitch
But i like the way you suck my wood
Germ grenades now in the form of a.i.d.s. were made to wipe you
out
But now them queers got that shit semi-reversed running about
I'm off to college with a knapsack of sacrilegious artifacts
Notes from the grand dragon, swastika, three grams, two gats
with hate!
18.March 21-3：47 A.m.(Skit)
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19.Somehow, Someway
Chorus：(repeat x2)
Somehow, someway
We be comin up wit funky fly shit
Like every single day
Check it
Intelligent wordz, iz colaz
Inside of this rap visual, liquid dye
Focus, clistion unlike baptism
I bless souls thru the worldz second religion
From the left with angles to enlarge the prizm
Prince po, i, out of the south-side slums
Claimin spots around all these hypo-critical tongues
Repeatin tha same topic, misleadin the sea topic
Wit 2 yearz outta da picture
I still rock it and rock well
A level that my stiggy gets you gel (what)
I strickly international ghetoo, clientel
Freaky like james bond, wit infra-red views inject propellin
Was a 7, my steps, and wit da few
I make power jewels, drop jewelz, wit da crewz
Inside a, outta da eyez of god can't lose
Batter and bruise crewz
And let the heat spark, the feuls
Got ya boyz cryin while youre stretched out in front of da
church fews
Foolz hit da dance floor, to shake shoes
Intect ya like a hip hop monsta who sucks oooohhhs
Outta da power that i used that i used ta sock prower
Want more, i stick ya butt naked and raw
Chorus
Only inches beyond my eyez, lord hail out the soul
Of a nigga who fights the lyrical which's inside himself
Pharoahe, egar to see febal intermediate mcs
Immediately, to leaded, repeatiatly
Y'all know the unpresidented without herb
Every single word'll be verbally demented
Presented, so that when it desinigrates
Unsentaments, are meninetated
Standin aloneit gets you tinimented
It's it bug how i bust lyrical slugs
And thugs that mug niggaz for loot and sell drugz
When the band gets struck, by thesis
I'm only rollin wit da most superior profile, to my species, see
my thesis
Release these bombz by all meanz
Yes, attack the mic rapz until itz a crack fiend
Mase the bass with aids and misplaced the vaccine
Pharoahe pullin out on the pole
To compare cause ？？？ wit scriptures that i wrote and know
My physical form iz like nam and sane like sadaam hussein buit
still calm
Chorus
20.Epilogue
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