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Behind closed doors we go to war, all out

Hereos turn bitch and have to crawl out rich

to fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out



[Pharoahe Monch]

What is a scorpion? A animal that stings, shit

I'm like a bat with blood comin out the wings

You should never in your wildest dreams

shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of Queens

Strong wicked, in the Lex on the celly

Now you gettin fucked without the K-Y Jelly

How I made it you salivated over my calibrated

raps that validated my ghetto credibility

Still I be packin agilities unseen

F'realla my killin abilities unclean facilities

For more than military tactics obscene extreme confidential

My exterior serene with the potential of a killin machine

Ex-marine you drag queen, we tag team

Queens finest the alliance defiant we bag fiends

The FUCK you lookin in my face for nigga?

I mace mics and then lace the bass with figures



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[Pharoahe Monch]

Decapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the truck

Exasperate the life of his man and then pack it up

Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches

If she manages to damages, put her in bandages

The amateurs - bananas is the unaninmous way we choose to live scandalous

Even with doorknobs you couldn't handle this

Pharoahe's the host, the audience, and the motherfuckin panelist

My mic's equipped with laser sights so that the man'll miss

Never you Devils, my level's that of a high evolutionary rebel

Third rock from the sun to me is only a pebble

You comin with the corn shit that get forwarded

like bitches lickin clitoris in a porn flick



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