Lyrics of 'Hell' by Pharoahe Monch

[pharoahe monch]
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now
For no formidable fights Ive been formed to forget
For pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Befo fondlin female mcs fiercely
Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies
My phonetics alone forces feeble mcs into defense on the fly
Feel me, for real-a
Lets get the skrillas out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers
Relax till its, time for the immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!!
To all my niggaz who been shitted on, lets get it on
Think Im 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 ccs 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 penis
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 Im one of the livest
One of hip hops finest, elite rhymers
And I plan to graduate wit honors
But one day well all be a bunch of old-timers wit alzheimers
Lookin at our labels roster wonderin how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of albums
And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us
We givin niggaz what the fuck they want
A holocaust, stompin niggaz wit a thousand man march
I aint livin in hell, hells livin in me
Thats why Im always screamin on you fuckin mcs
The shit that I quote, float wit the buoyancy of a boat
Wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat
Overdose thats extremely fatal
Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you
You cant breathe, your chest feels painful
Your skin colors goin from dark brown to beige-blue
Your whole rooms full of angels
All in your ear tryin to tell you which God you should pray to
You pray to je-sus, but he dont wanna save you
Cuz you unfaithful, so he gives you to azazel
Youre paralyzed on the operatin table
Prayin for canibus to slice you from head to navel
You banned from tv, banned from cds
Banned from dvds and downloadable mp3s!

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