Pharoahe Monch - The Matrix lyrics

[Black Milk] For every pair of lines I spit I leave you paralyzed and bent so clear a path If you not parallel to my paragraphs Apparently if they say I'm better than you There's no reason for me to put myself on the pedestal Movin' forward ahead of you Like you ridin' a bike And you can't move till' the pedals do Nobody teams compare Bold n***as fallin' so fast They need to pull the strings on a parachute So stop the comparisons and get buried up under American soil We can start with the letter U, S Food for thought, thought for fools Where n***as will take a life for the j**els and a pair of shoes The hood is out for dollar signs We trade the heaven skies for a slice of the devil's pie Try to make it my downfall but see all I know is the tour Audiences applause for the curtain calls All the best now is spittin' the truth, Why? You's a let down like convertible roofs, I See the mic and murder the booth, nah k**in' sh** precise like a snipe that's on top of the roof, ha [Hook: scratched] "You, you, you love my style cause I'm not what ya used to" "Caught in the matrix" - Jay-Z "It's out of hand, how the man gotcha" - Special Ed "You're in my Dangerfield like Rodney" - Das EFX [Pharaohe Monch] Four finger ring rap, sling slang, Pharaohe the flow's good You couldn't hang if you was Ving Rhames in Rosewood Couldn't string together some shows If hoes would sing together a song for you And then you came when the doughs good I'm Billy Joel, I really soul Might dust off some red vinyl that's really old Or chop drums On a roll while I'm shotgun With a wireless MPC 4000 I got one I bomb crews, I'm hot I'm cool, the Top Gun, but not The Fonz or Tom Cruise, I got A pool of lyrical warn shots that you shouldn't respond to Like pant legs around the ankles of hipsters I'm tight Paintin' a more visual picture than Pixar Get more, skull than Skeletor or rip fuel While y'all bite like parasites and pitbulls [Hook] [Sean Price] It goes punch, shoot, stab, k** Smoke this, sniff that, n***a pa** the pills n***as rap about daffodils Tree hugger That's when the gat clap ya grill P mug ya My defense is offense Offense is nonsense Drunk with a kufi on Praying to Allah bent Clark Kent with the gla**es off Power f**in' Lois Lane cause her a** is soft Crip tonight/kryptonite, but I'm a blood today Latin King tomorrow keep it caliente I send Spanish n***as to visit your label Rep for mi gente and take your digital cable The God hard body Y'all ain't physically able To test me I'm Jet Li This whipping is fatal Blast skets Y'all n***as is past s** Acting like a boss get lost, what up Hex? [Hook]