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's the oppositions ass (C'mon think fast now) Who want it? Pharoahe Monch, Mr. Complex you'll think you fronted [Chorus] [Mr. Complex] When I'm in a
[Mr. Complex] One of my hair-brained schemes is to Chase my shadows after, My smoking pipe, dreams it, Seems i got a fiends just, Forming up coats, i
a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
It's just another Saturday night Livin' in the 90's With Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right Tell me Where is the moonlight And champagne and roses? God knows,
Music: Frank Wildhorn Lyrics: Jack Murphy It's just another Saturday night livin' in the 90's with Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right tell me... where is the
. You just can't join, you know. It needs an atmosphere where your natural bastardness can grow and develop and take a meaningful shape in today's complex
of wet jeans You don't understand but your girl knows what I mean So I kicks my rhymes kind of complex A text of intricate words and other spoken effects
acres, the houses, yeah, the horses Of course, it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex
Mr. Stuart: The parts of a flower are so constructed that very, very often the wind will cause pollination. If not, then a bee or any other nectar gathering
I'ma kick it to y'all frankly so all y'all weak niggaz can hate me jealous 'cause they know I'm the shit, like Mr. Hankey reintroducing Ras Kass, the
your patients, One step to Tonedeff You're gone in sixty seconds like (?) [Deacon] I leave you riddled with basics There's no need for complexity To
a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
any other guy sometimes Guzzle Mike Lemonade or a fifth of Balentine When I drop shit Hit like a elbow from Greg Valentine The hard hammer The ill critical lyrical body slammer More complex
Act II SCENE NINE A TOKEN OF MY EXTREME Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / ware-house / condominium complex, Joe is greeted
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Mr sound selecta Hook me up with the melody Mr sound selecta Hit me with the beat C?mon [Verse:] Leave your vocal points at the door No submerged
