Friday, September 6, 2024

Track selection by: Phenomenal P
The Matrix Ft. Pharoahe Monch, Sean Price & DJ Premier
Black Milk
Album: Tronic (2008)
Producer:  Black Milk

Verse 2 (Pharoahe Monch)

Four-finger ring rap, sling slang, 
Pharaohe, the flows good 
You couldn't hang if you was Ving Rhames in Rosewood 
Couldn't string together some shows 
If hoes would sing together with soul for you 
And then you came with the dough’s good
I'm Billy Joel, i’m really soul
Might dust off some red vinyl that's really old 
Or chop drums  On a roll while
I'm shotgun with a wireless MPC 4000—I got one 
I bomb crews, I'm hot
I'm cool, the Top Gun, but not
The Fonz or Tom Cruise, I got 
A pool of lyrical warnin shots that you shouldn't respond to 
(Like) pant legs around the ankles of hipsters
(I'm tight) Paintin' a more visual picture than Pixar 
Get more skull than Skeletor; I rip fuel 
While y'all bite like parasites and pitbulls

Verse 3 (Sean Price)

It goes: "Punch, shoot, stab, kill 
Smoke this, sniff that, nigga, pass the pills" 
Niggas rapping 'bout daffodils—tree-hugger 
That's when the gat slap your grill—P mug you 
My defence is offence, offence is nonsense 
Drunk with the kufi on, praying to Allah, bent 
Clark Kent with the glasses off 
Power-fuckin' Lois Lane 'cause her ass is soft 
Crip tonight, but I'm a Blood today 
Latin King tomorrow, keep it caliente 
I send Spanish niggas to visit your label 
Rep for mi gente and take your digital cable 
The God, hardbody, y'all ain't physically able 
To test me; I'm Jet Li, this whipping is fatal, ugh 
Blast gats, y'all niggas is past-tense 
Acting like a boss, get lost—what up, Hex? Rrr