Pharoahe Monch - Hell lyrics

*modem dialing and connecting* [pharoahe monch] F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now For no formidable fights i've been formed to forget For pharoahe f**s familiar foes first Befo' fondlin female mc's fiercely Focus upon the facts that facts can be fabricated to form lies My phonetics alone forces feeble mc's into defense on the fly Feel me, for real-a Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas Make the whole world feel us From the crack to the cap peelers To the n***az in the back shootin craps wit the axe-wheelers Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous Thirteen, ooowww, the illest!! To all my n***az who been sh**ted on, let's get it on Think i'm 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 cc's 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 i'm one of the livest One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers And i plan to graduate wit honors But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit alzheimer's Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the f** they forgot us After we done recorded dozens of albums And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us We givin n***az what the f** they want A holocaust, stompin n***az wit a thousand man march I ain't livin in hell, hell's livin in me That's why i'm always screamin on you f**in mc's The sh** that i quote, float wit the buoyancy of a boat Wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the throat Overdose that's extremely fatal Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an antidote to save you You can't breathe, your chest feels painful Your skin color's goin from dark brown to beige-blue Your whole room's full of angels All in your ear tryin to tell you which god you should pray to You pray to je-sus, but he don't wanna save you Cuz you unfaithful, so he gives you to azazel You're paralyzed on the operatin table Prayin for canibus to slice you from head to navel You banned from tv, banned from cd's Banned from dvd's and downloadable mp3s! *static*