Prince poetry:
Yo, yo, yo, yo pharoahe
Pharoahe monch:
Right, right
Prince poetry:
Brotha why don't you explain
How hip hop got caught up in this ill rap game
Pharoahe monch:
Yo, I got a question
Who they followin
The niggas with skills
Or them niggas that be hollerin
Prince poetry:
Them niggas that be hollerin
These other two modelin
Niggas with skills
Always and forever keeps a followin
Pharoahe monch:
Swallowin pride
Never we be imperialistic
Who rips shit
Without being materialistic
Statistics show
Prince poetry:
Ask miss she know
Miss:
Just cause the niggas got doe
Don't mean they got that flow
Prince poetry & pharoahe monch:
Right, just cause the niggas got doe
Don't mean they got that flow
Prince poetry:
What, nigga you can consider it the bomb
If I spit on it
Get on it
Ride for a little bit
Feel how your inner get
From internet
Intellect
Vibes that I'm sendin it
Now your soul bubblin' brown sugar so you remember it
Legitimate
Imminent
Crash course for illiterate
From ? ? ? ? to heavenly
Now some pop some shit
But labels get the big shit from sales
45 projects
Keepin it naughty like treach
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