Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (4X)



Verse One: Pharoahe Monch



MONCH!

I even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo

Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips

and then I'll spit

Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out

that itty bitty style you upchuck

Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up

It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart

You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start

I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow fast to the rhythm

Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em

a lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin your brain.. like.. pottery

all over the track

Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe

Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions

You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at

which they are connecting

I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style-style

For pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild

Fu-fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative state of mind

I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone

I'm prone to be eliminating

Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along

Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on



Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (8X)



Verse Two: Prince Poetry



There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes

Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with

an exception of the organisms

My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin me

Advanced data now watch your greater updates so raps get trampled

Fe-fi-foe steps up elevations show

That I'm ahead of your time