Pharoahe Monch - Lyrical Fluctuation lyrics

[Kriminul (of Jigmastas)] What, yo, Beyond Real, baby, Joc Max, baby For the 99 and beyond, yo, check it out Yo, by the some of the sh** y'all spit, it's hard to keep Interest in this game And I know some of y'all don't like the sh** that we spit We feel the same See the plan ??? don't roll with a lot of n***as just a few friends And I blast before a n***a even get a chance to put in his two cents Don't get me wrong, it's all love and war But my fellow black brothers like iced down j**elry in the projects We attract others, bro for black rubbers The way I stretch you out, you wanna test me You be the artist formerly known as alive, so please don't stress me Y'all motherf**ers is too s**y, and y'all supposed to be hardcore? And y'all supposed to be givin the consumer, what they ask for? About to tap the plexi-gla** ora, along with that gla** jaw Pa** the microphone to my n***a Monch like Terry Bradshaw [Pharaohe Monch] Spit miraculous sh**, drink Dracula's blood, exist for centuries My DNA 'ventually, mends wounds, heals injuries The identity unknown for obvious extremities Pharaohe the a**a**in who was hired to k** Kennedy The murder of Malcolm X my only aborted a**ignment Reduce my molecules than pa** through solid confinement The eclectic, collectively indivisible Please, you're f**in with the wrong individual Why would one even combat an entity In which one is attacked by absorbing your energy I already peeped your verse before you said it I scan the wack sh** with through the powers of telekenitics Chorus: Kriminul One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine, one minute before detonation One time for lyrical fluctuation One life to live, and though its better to give We'd rather take time out, for this lyrical fluctuation *repeat* [Talib Kweli] Most rappers try to keep it real, I go way beyond My sh** is airtight, more professional than Leon Phenomenal bird's-eye view, your sh** is comical My parables be astronomically bombing you We calmin you down, yo my sound take you back in history Picture me kickin Brown Skin Lady to black women in antiquity Consider me the cat who got rhymes like the clouds got raindrops I read the book and I been there, what! y'all n***as just name drop Plus, I can pronounce Pharaohe Monch, I know who the hell he is f** He-Man or Skeletor, I master the universe like the Jigs (masta) Kid I call your name out, not the alias, but your government For the love of it, I tear you up and spit you out like done with it [Mr. Complex] I wanna be that fly new boy when the kids crack out on the table the Tape or CD and hear me, shape your minds Daily I do, and you the tool don't, front like your special Special meaning you just don't got it Unless you got it and you forgot it Here's the refresher, better knowledge, you could challenge your professor I make kids just give up rappin Some all forms of talkin I frustrate you like tryin to rewind on a auto-reverse walkman You look confused like little kids trying to cross busy streets Is it the beat, is it the rhyme that go you mindin mine like business? The sign of times when the population's like who is this? But it's 'Plex, I start a craze like s** I got more styles than cinemas at Sunrise Multiplex Chorus [Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yo, I'm rugged on streets as well as I'm rugged on wax Your style's sweet, won't you do a song with the Rugrats? I hold sh** down for 'delph, venoms circulate up in em Funny when I spin em like they in the tu-tu's Sahdeeq rebukes you, refuse you like short change Long range, strokin your lady with no shame My flows aim, dent your chest like Tinman Shake em apart, send em down the rode with no heart These five here, nothin to fu*k with this year You see through like Sheer, pantyhose spendin ho Dubbin, an*logue and digital flows Screwin up your cerebral, sh** you can't even conceive bro Heave-ho, off the steam ship with your weak flow My style heavy like pebo, Malik cast like devo The best rest ???, now sleep it off stupid Krim', Pharaohe, Kweli, Complex, Sahdeeq new sh**