Innovations Saukrates (Ft. Pharoahe Monch)

[Intro: Saukrates]
We got the shit that make your body rock
We got the shit that make your body rock
We got the shit that make your body rock
We got the shit that make your body rock
We got the shit that make your body rock
We got the shit that make your body rock
Y-Yes sir Saukrates yo Pharoahe Monch 13 Pharoahe Monch yo Saukrates Edd Ill on this shit right here my nigga 2Rude yo on the instrumentals ya niggas can't fuck with this let them know yo yo yo

[Verse 1: Saukrates]
Yo, I'm roaming one man deep, combin the streets
And beatboxin, like the field niggas, singin hymns pickin cotton
Wit massive watts and tickle eardrums wit pleasure
Every single measure apply, exact amount of pressure
A chemical reaction happen
What was fastened by the spit, rashing
For its catalystic fashion, showin its passion
For harassin microphones, pass it to the left
And left my nigga bless it

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
My God bless my very last breath
To be Allah Uahkbar
For narcotic cops to mark me inside of the shark bar
Spiritual sparks and lyrical darts adapt the visual
One nation under this rap shit indivisible
Never miseb-erable anymore
Pharoahe the crit-ically acclaimed rap professional
Keepin computer digital
By hark the best speed
This expert who could keep niggas alert in a school for narcolepsy