Pharoahe Monch - What Am I? lyrics

(Pharoahe Monch) You blink, I think with sincrinicity split my body multiplicity sh** Fifteen places at the same time speaking the gospel The optical illusion or obstacle for institution Of impossible word resusitation and execution Electricution! (Priest) Electricution, emergency broadcast beacon Reachin' expand the bandwidth stand beyond the abondened sycopius Brimstone pullin' the esophagus dragon breathing apocolypse (Pharoahe Monch) Spit spit out sh** sh** get incredible responses From these unearthly creatures and androdginistic monsters Haunts the every move (Priest) Pattern, exorcist, excercise no discression when pressing the boundaries Surrond the beat like street lights on nights with fights and latteral Battle moves To all crews, emcees FREEZE (scratching) (chorus) What am I? What am I? What am I? (x13) (Priest) The acappella block rocker shocker Off the top off the roof fly m.c. entity (Beans)-Talking Me proceed enslave fragment images enhanced by system of our compulsions Transrciptions transparent as captivity communicate while emcees like Thoughts of thousand grains of sand! (Priest) The super soaker then choker, poker-face Straight hate treds stay red Dead clouds brought back to life mic. majestic Untested, destined To rest among the best of the System Solar North Polar controller of the mic. M.c. The Panet Laser (L.I.F.E. Long) The first release quick! kick back the impact Came in crush on contact knock out your contact when in combat Called Combaticon causing wreckage pummeling carnage carnivorus to con Anti to Pop then apply sauce then chomp (Priest) The to the break of your neck m.c With the impact of a wrecking ball To the back of the head Black rocker of rap Don't look back on my optics Times two highscore in Galaxian Axiom Tracks but come more then many Collision, precision, incision within your skull case (L.I.F.E. Long) Necks twist turn off selective words Play double effects you triple tapes flex and nerves Revenge of the nerds Seen in blurrs Only the sound of words splurred Now you remember when men get DIS-MEM-BERED {SCRATCHING} What couldn't I say about Emcees? x2 (Beans)) Every heart turning insult would be looked at praise for their demise The ba*tard owed me his life Look at everyone hide their celebration by sipping tears from raised Champaigne gla**es I hope they are burried so deep Even the worms and the maggots couldn't breathe! (Chorus) What am I? What am I? What am I? (x12)