Print

(feat. Pharoahe Monch, Prince Po) [Phantasm] Phantasm the lyrical emperor, temptin y'all With telepathic messages that I'm sendin y'all Minds I reach through scripts, I preach like Jim Jones in Guyana Hurricanes through your brains like winds in Savannah GA - Great Adventures without Six Flags My heavenly melody causes mental zig-zags Madness unfolds when I release scriptures and scrolls Tall tales of goblins and trolls Games of hoe-playin and soul-slayin Powered from the staff of Lord like the hammer to Thor Clothed in only a robe, is a rougue A thief who steals for the chief, the Tall Man, the High Priest Imagine me and U.G. sipping from the ?Sea of Gallallee? To wash away vanity and keep our sanity Humanity is unsafe In this lost land beyond time and space [Pharoahe Monch] When I'm in a - cinematography state of mind What I visualize will open the eyes of the blind Pharoahe finds ways to make come anew Some think crime pays, parlay and shrink With one blink of the eye think of the guy Letras de cancionesWho most personafies hip-hop Shit, I'm synonymous with Jesus Christ In other words, the words will last forever Word, forver blessin the mic With verbs you never heard For any possible typical obstacle trap despicable My topical raps remarkable, perhaps sparkin A few pitiful [?????] to park in the back And participatin [clearing throat] poetical education [U.G.] Aiyo, my layer floats on air atop the mountains A sip from the mystic fountain gives me powers To run on top of flowers across the meadows With incredible speed that bursts the speedometer Conquer kilometers with three monstres The size of the Titanic, gigantic Run, panic, run frantic Run for your life, run your ice, run your watch Run in spots and rock shit, apocalpyse No stoppin this, fuck poppin Cris Non-stoppin piss on tracks, wombats Son, I'm feelin this UG, Phan, Pharoahe and Po, we be the illest What [Prince Poetry] Strictly catastrophic verses that cast curses The mass purchase a blast, the last enter the surface Four semen swimmin in, careers that seems birthless Not even achievin, you heathen, you're barely breathin What is your purpose? What is the sense of competin? You're just a Ringling Brother who runs with a circus And it's only peanuts you're eating I sing an attack, bringin it back Po, quick to flip it like hustlers slingin the crack These daily scriptures project pictures Yo, I play the low like spy cameras hidden inside light fixures I'm hot sex embedded inside the song Mobb Deep from the back in that asscrack like a thong [CHORUS x2: all] Yo, it's the Phan to the -tasm (Prince to the Po) Yeah, the U to the G (and the Monch Pharoahe) The Ill Collabo will smack y'all, lyrically attack ya'll Underground sound, we comin at y'all [Pharoahe Monch] Aiyo, I clap, frrr, clip [produces sounds of something flipping through the air] and backflip Over walls, spot jewels and snatch shit [produces smacking sound] smack niggas inside of they Ac ????? Pass the mic to Phan so he can smash these wack niggas [Phantasm] Lyrical lessons, spiritual sessions and verbal blessings, no escape from Yes, the great one has come Towns, poeple stand clear, Phan's near Riding through the streets like Paul Revere on a charriot's chair [Prince Poetry] Tommy Gun-Big Punnin these niggas, spit with vigor Mamis love to move to the straight Henny swigger Inspect your mental Deck, dig a hole in your neck [produces a smacking sound] smack niggas like Pharoahe said and put em in check [U.G.] Yeah, strictly menace, sippin Guiness and Henness' When I'm finished scrimmage endless Bend chicks from here to Venice Vintage, sends kids with a sentence Don't mention this, invention rips yo shhh... Like El Niño wreck shit hectic My prick's long like Tec clips I'm the specialist, stop wettin this Yo-yo-yo-yo, U-U-U-G-G-G e-ends with a echo What [CHORUS] From Letras Mania