Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell, artist - Pharoahe Monch. Album song Internal Affairs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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! |