Hell lyrics

Artist  : Pharoahe Monch F- Canibus 
Song : Hell



 Send "Hell" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
*modem dialing and connecting*

 

 [Pharoahe Monch]

 F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-follow for now

 For no formidable fights I've been formed to
forget

 For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first

 befo' fondlin female MC's fiercely

 Focus upon the facts that facts can be
fabricated to form lies

 My phonetics alone forces feeble MC's into
defense on the fly

 Feel me, for real-a

 Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these
gorillas

 Make the whole world feel us

 From the crack to the cap peelers

 to the niggaz in the back shootin craps wit the
axe-wheelers

 Relax till it's, time for the immaculate
miraculous

 Thirteen, OOOWWW, THE ILLEST!!

 To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let's get
it on

 Think I'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on

 the desk of any redneck record exec

 I strike em wit the right hand send em a step

 And this is (Hell!) this is (Hell!)

 This is (Hell!)9x

 

 This is Hell, incest kids under pressure

 In the corner clutchin they genitals by the
dresser

 A hundred CC's of the uncut cleanest

 In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous

 To the left, we have right wing extremists

 On a screen a man exposes his breasts wit no
penis

 Martinez, probably

 Just as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae this is
(Hell!)

 This is (Hell!)8x

 This is, this is, this is, this is

 This is, this is, this is, this is

 

 [Canibus]

 Yo yo I feel like I'm one of the livest

 One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers

 And I plan to graduate wit honors

 But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers
wit Alzheimer's 

 Lookin at our label's roster wonderin how the
fuck they forgot us

 After we done recorded dozens of albums

 And made em hundreds of thousands of dollars,
they still dropped us

 We givin niggaz what THE FUCK they want

 A holocaust, stompin niggaz wit a thousand man
march

 I ain't livin in hell, hell's livin in me

 That's why I'm always screamin on you fuckin
MC's

 The shit that I quote, float wit the buoyancy of
a boat

 wit the potency of a scorpion sting to the
throat

 Overdose that's extremely fatal

 Doctors in white labcoats scramble for an
antidote to save you

 You can't breathe, your chest feels painful

 Your skin color's goin from dark brown to
beige-blue

 Your whole room's full of angels

 All in your ear tryin to tell you which God you
should pray to

 You pray to Je-sus, but He don't wanna save
you

 Cuz you unfaithful, so He gives you to Azazel

 You're paralyzed on the operatin table

 Prayin for Canibus to slice you from head to
navel

 You banned from TV, banned from CD's

 Banned from DVD's and downloadable MP3s!

 

 *static*