Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rape, artist - Pharoahe Monch. Album song Internal Affairs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.10.2019
Record label: Trescadecaphobia
Song language: English
Rape |
| I’m obsessed with multiple nude photographs |
| Of the beat in my room on the wall |
| Pondering the verses, fondling my balls |
| Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it |
| Through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it |
| Grab the drums by the waistline |
| I snatch the kick, kick the snares and sodomize the bassline |
| Never waste time, I give the verse rabies |
| Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies |
| Maybe I might switch, let the witch live |
| The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge |
| Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the crescendo |
| When my innuendos elapse, my mental window attacks |
| The instrumental elapses |
| Perhaps that’s the only reason that I spared her life |
| You could solo my fucking vocals and I still get trife |
| Slice the rhythm, disfigure the face of the groove |
| For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves |
| Consider this, the loops are similar to clitorises exposed |
| On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin |
| That doesn’t end 'til I stop fuckin' |
| A million emcees and they ain’t saying nothing |
| Ain’t fucking it right, they ain’t fucking it right |
| They ain’t fucking it right, they ain’t fucking it right |
| They ain’t fucking it like me |
| She had the nerve to take the case to court |
| Knowing I rape for sport |
| Took the stand crying, denying her whole involvement, lying |
| Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop fly? |
| Linen down grinning with my coat over my shoulder sitting |
| Browsing pornography (uh!) |
| The stenographer smiling the whole time |
| While jotting verbal photography |
| Her eyes mahogany, I flashed to a photo |
| In my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries |
| Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face |
| Examining the jury similar to cracking a safe |
| What happens to bass? |
| It was an instinct |
| I would inhale eighths |
| Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face to taste it |
| To hell with 1980 remixes, fuck disco |
| Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go |
| Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60 |
| Buying a ticket to hell, verbally dicking the 12 down |
| Sound shitty, I knew she used to be gritty |
| Too many impotent emcees in this God-forsaken city |
| Ain’t fucking it right, ain’t fucking it right |
| They ain’t fucking it like me |
| Consider this, loops are similar to clitorises exposed |
| On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin |
| That doesn’t end 'til I stop fuckin' |
| A million emcees and they ain’t saying nothing |
| Ain’t fucking it right, they ain’t fucking it right |
| They ain’t fucking it right, they ain’t fucking it right |
| They ain’t fucking it right, they ain’t fucking it right |
| They ain’t fucking it like me |