Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Pain, stress, my brain can't even
Get the fuck up! Simon says get the fuck up! Throw your hands in the sky (bo! bo! bo! bo!) Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up? Girls, rub
[pharoahe monch] Comin ahh, comin ahh I'm comin like a redneck trucker! Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it Face the bass; crumb you run when
Of all the things my momma used to cook, I liked chicken You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night? Well, I expect to find it when I
that can be a bummer A terrific brother was havin' a specific get-together by the beach Rolling Rock's, plus peach schnapps served on the rocks The Organisms
So, yo, why you trying to play me though? Out like a sucker So, yo, why you trying to play me though? Out like a sucker So, yo, why you trying to play
Chorus: Pharoahe Monch and Shabaam Sahdeeq (repeat 2X) Weight of the world on your shoulders gotta hold it up When the pen's burnin the paper never
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo, Duke, yo, son, check it Y'all been, I been peepin' A lot of people's steelos lately, y'knahmsayin'? (Me too
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Somehow, someway We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day Somehow, someway We be comin' up wit' funky fly shit like every single day
Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Pain, stress, my brain, can't even
message for them niggaz (What's that?) They can kiss my fuckin ass! (hahaha) Cause on the strength, I really fuckin feel they don't want it, yo [Organized Konfusion
[Poetry] Yo, yo, yo, yo Pharoahe [Monch] Right, right [Poetry] Brother why don't you explain How did hip-hop get caught up in this ill rap game? [Pharoahe
buildings to avoid passing him [Organized Konfusion - mostly Prince Poetry] Nine times out of ten, a nigga wanna shine But nobody shines brighter than the light Organized
[21 seconds of conversation to open the song] [Prince Poetry] Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a bitch caught me in a glitch reachin
Uhh, check it, uhh, yo [Chorus: Organized Konfusion] What we came to do today is drop the science and spread love your ways peoples, you better move