Name: Simon Says - Remix
Duration: 6 min 15 s
Description: Слушайте песню Simon Says - Remix - Pharoahe Monch онлайн с альбома Internal Affairs в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:15. Год выхода - 2019

Internal Affairs

Pharoahe Monch

Intro

Behind Closed Doors

Queens

Rape

Simon Says

Official

Hell

No Mercy

Right Here

The Next Shit

The Ass

The Light

Simon Says - Remix

Unknown

Throw ya hands in the sky (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!)

Queens is in the back sipping 'gnac, y'all wassup?

New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty

Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up

I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up

Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up

Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name

Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin' on the game

I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards

Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder

Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill

Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill

Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real

What the fuck's goin' on here, just a minute now, hold up

Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up

When I'm, in a, cinematography state of mind

My rap trip, rip, flip, clip, say the rhyme

Shit, I spectacular run hit spit bitches vernacular

Miraculous rhyme flow, back track to the Immaculate

Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll out-box ya

Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor

On the verge to splurge verbs for third round knock out

Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers

Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper

The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a slave

Separate him from him from his fam, he don't know how to behave

Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute

Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls

How's that, fat action packed rap remain tame

Pharoahe fuckin' Monch, ain't a damn thing changed

I leave a nigga hangin' like ya mom's muffler

Respect like The Fonz, you see the collar up

I bend ya pussy like for years I knew yoga

I need fifty feet when my performance starts

(Fuck the limelight, we rhyme tight, plus snatch the goods)

Yea-yeah my nigga, one rhyme and you fold over

I'm hot-headed 'cause I walk with cold shoulders

Jersey in the back, jackin' cars, now wassup?

(Yeah) That's right I said it, rub on ya titties

Brick City, gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty

Walk through Shaolin after dark, you get stuck up

Seek and destroy, baddest boy when I'm puffed up

Ya know my name, and Pharoahe Monch, why we came what?

We off the chain, plus we plottin' on the game, what?

And you and your mic can ease on down the road

Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one

Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one

Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion

Mashin', still fresh in three-day old fashion

Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be clashin'

Slap ya like the doctor the day your momma birthed you

The same way I'mma feel this world when it kill me

Even if time stands still, I'mma still be

Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky

Momma never kept a boyfriend with kids this bad

Get the fuck up, outta that dress, I palm tits

You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs

I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips

Double-S, double the threat, double your bet

Double up on that cash if you decide to invest

You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D

And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me

Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete

Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique

I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay with the heat

Stay stickin' fools like you for the rocks that gleam

So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link

Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link

You froze up, Sahdeeq says shut the fuck up

Busta Rhymes is like Hacksaw Jim Duggan, been thuggin'

Lovin' the way we flood jewels for nothin'

Yo we don't only get money, we cut the coke and cook the shake over

You better guard your head right, especially if it's late at night

Or find your picture of your autoposy up on the web site

Fuck a fat lip, I'll leave you with a fuckin' fat face

Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom and some

Like the ghost of a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion

Bitches, snitches comin' out and you know who's showin' it

Like when British civil servants pass secrets to the Soviets

Y'all niggas is seemless blends of seemless friends

Live on about the souls on a bunch of seamless ends

Collosal, me and my nigga Pharoahe Moncho

The head honcho, gettin' this money like Leonardo (Do-Do-Do-Do)

Now watch it come around in an amazing large abundance

Now let me clear the smoke screen you blow fiend

Live nigga shit that'll rebuild your whole self-esteem

Pledge allegiance to the flag of united live niggas of America

Wildin' in your whip until you crash the whole truck up

And if you know what's good for you nigga you better get the fuck up!

Слушайте песню Simon Says - Remix - Pharoahe Monch онлайн с альбома Internal Affairs в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 6:15. Год выхода - 2019

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