[21 seconds of conversation to open the song]
[Prince Poetry]
Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a bitch
Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish
Straight pitch, what the fuck is the problem? You and your man
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo move back, y'all rap niggas take this shit too far
I'm like an ox, brother my box-cutter leavin a scar
All my peoples are connected
That shit y'all spit on records is infected and dead, you'll get injected with lead
Ain't no need for me to sweat no man, my crew makes stacks
You just be black and ass nigga plus your records is whack
You'll get fucked up (I'll get fucked up? Nah I don't think so money..)
[Prince Poetry] + (Pharoahe)
Violating my 360, his niggas started revolvin
That problem needed quick solvin so we started to brawling
(Combinations of haymakers deleted all of the stallin)
Callin for nobody, determined just to keep these niggas falling
(To the big man's ribs) after a left to his jibs
Him and his man transform into these six rowdy-ass kids
[Pharoahe Monch]
I never went since Prince struck first, bitches dispersed towards the corner
Too many enemies for me to overpower
I wanna at least take one nigga down with me
If I have to go out, I'm going scrapping no doubt
First nigga up to bat gets bent (bent) pinned (pinned)
Immediately, up against the wall (ha) him (him)
Wig pushed back, thumb to windpipe
Reacts numb his whole face contorts when eyeballs contract
[Prince Poetry]
Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a bitch
Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish
Straight pitch, what the fuck is the problem? You and your man
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo move back, y'all rap niggas take this shit too far
I'm like an ox, brother my box-cutter leavin a scar
All my peoples are connected
That shit y'all spit on records is infected and dead, you'll get injected with lead
Ain't no need for me to sweat no man, my crew makes stacks
You just be black and ass nigga plus your records is whack
You'll get fucked up (I'll get fucked up? Nah I don't think so money..)
[Prince Poetry] + (Pharoahe)
Violating my 360, his niggas started revolvin
That problem needed quick solvin so we started to brawling
(Combinations of haymakers deleted all of the stallin)
Callin for nobody, determined just to keep these niggas falling
(To the big man's ribs) after a left to his jibs
Him and his man transform into these six rowdy-ass kids
[Pharoahe Monch]
I never went since Prince struck first, bitches dispersed towards the corner
Too many enemies for me to overpower
I wanna at least take one nigga down with me
If I have to go out, I'm going scrapping no doubt
First nigga up to bat gets bent (bent) pinned (pinned)
Immediately, up against the wall (ha) him (him)
Wig pushed back, thumb to windpipe
Reacts numb his whole face contorts when eyeballs contract
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