Pharoahe Monch – Hell lyrics

Modem*dialing and connecting [Pharoahe*

Monch] F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow
for now For
no formidable fights I've been formed to forget For
Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first Befo'
fondlin female mc's fiercely Focus
upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies My
phonetics alone forces feeble mc's into defense on the fly Feel
me for, real-a Let's
get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas Make
the whole world feel us From
the crack to the cap peelers To
the ni z***in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers Relax
till it's time, for the immaculate miraculous Thirteen
ooowww, the, illest To!!
all my ni z***who been shitted on let's, get it on Think
I'm gonna let it hang and, sit it on The
desk of any redneck record exec I
strike em wit the right hand send em a step And
this is (Hell )!this is (Hell )!This
is (Hell )9x!This

is Hell incest, kids under pressure In
the corner clutchin they genitals by the dresser A
hundred cc's of the uncut cleanest In
the vein twenty-four, hours of intravenous To
the left we, have right wing extremists On
a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no p Martinez****
probably, Just
as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae this is (Hell )!This
is (Hell )8x!This
is this, is this, is this, is This
is this, is this, is this, is [Canibus]

Yo
yo I feel like I'm one of the livest One
of hip hop's finest elite, rhymers And
I plan to graduate wit honors But
one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit Alzheimer's Lookin
at our label's roster wonderin how the f k**they forgot us After
we done recorded dozens of albums And
made em hundreds of thousands of dollars they, still dropped us We
givin ni z***what the f k**they want A
holocaust stompin, ni z***wit a thousand man march I
ain't livin in hell hell's, livin in me That's
why I'm always screamin on you fuckin mc's The
s t**that I quote float, wit the buoyancy of a boat Wit
the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat Overdose
that's extremely fatal Doctors
in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you You
can't breathe your, chest feels painful Your
skin color's goin from dark brown to beige-blue Your
whole room's full of angels All
in your ear tryin to tell you which God you should pray to You
pray to Je-sus but, He don't wanna save you 'cause
you unfaithful so, He gives you to Azazel You're
paralyzed on the operatin table Prayin
for Canibus to slice you from head to navel You
banned from tv banned, from cd's Banned
from dvd's and downloadable mp3s Static!

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