[pharoahe monch]

Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny

You can fool me but i cannot fuck with rudy gulliani

Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophranic, can it

I can kill it from the west coast to the atlantic

Nowadays it seems it's hard to maintain

Can't take the stress, yes god, i'm going insane

If you can fill my veins say "yes"

If you can feel the pain say "stress"

Pharoahe, i possess the skills to bring it to yor chest

With lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation

With his excellency prince standing next to me

And especially extra p on the sp

12 zero zero, i stand tall and be a hero

In times of stress, the pharoahe won't fess



Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 16x)



[large professor]

Now nothing ain't deeper than having to throw a nigga in the sleeper

Don't stress, and take that shit from large profess

Cause i be on the train trying to maintain

Getting lower than the whole while the record man gain

And it make me want to sting somebody, with the shottie

Cause i can't relate to living less than great

So i while i make a fat beat to eat

Some of my mans from john ball high school are sleeping in the street

That stress shit is ill, if you let it, it will

Having your ass on the staircase smoking a scrill

Never that for me, nigga my name's extra p

I can't afford to be stressed the fuck out in '93

Or '94, cause everybody knows my solution

To being stressed is looking at the front door



Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 8x)



[prince poetry]

God knows i can't take this stress

Working my fingers to the bone, my middle fingers for all you rap singers

Not representing your hood

I stroll through the projects giving niggas dap cause my respect's good

Verbal assassinator, sharp with the tounge, i come

Out of my pockets to fulfill a wish before another brother

And another one, that you're looking for

Mr. bigot, officer, i'm legit, now can you dig it?

Hey lady, i don't want your pocketbook, my black ass

Don't like my ass black? i'd rather cross the street leaving a stupid look

On your grill, spark a phil, parlay

?hosey toe? in the spot, call up ?concay?

Extra large profess, give the rest of the old funk

So what i left the rhyme on the dresser

My man dy-lou, he's in this, rest in peace, you're in here

?reckapice? you be the daddy, god knows you're in there

Sincere's the queer cause the east is representing

Baby doll, prince is my name, shit's real, so listen


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