Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hell , by - Pharoahe Monch. Song from the album Internal Affairs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.10.2019
Record label: Trescadecaphobia
Song language: English
Hell |
| F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now |
| For no formidable fights I’ve been formed to forget |
| For Pharoahe fucks 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 niggaz 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 niggaz who been shitted 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 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 fuck they forgot us After we done recorded dozens of albums |
| And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars, they still dropped us We givin niggaz what THE FUCK they want |
| A holocaust, stompin niggaz 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 fuckin MC’s |
| The shit 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! |