Stress: The Extinction Agenda

* ironically, this is the second-to-last song on the album (Prince Poetry) Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon Confusin the men-tabolism in men and women with lyrical re-citals that I'm givin, some consider me an intellectual hip-hop transmitter (Pharoa

Verse one: pharoahe monche Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism Which gives a response, for the automatic *bang* Clip to release projectiles in single File forcing me to ignite then travel Through the barrel, headed for the light

Lawd, help me out now We gotta get together We gotta organize No matter the weather It's a black sunday, hey.. [pharoahe monch] I used to watch my grandmother catch the holy ghost in church For her soul she would search Five years later now I'm off t

(Pharoahe Monch) Comin ahh, comin ahh I'm comin like a redneck trucker! Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it Face the bass; crumb you RUN when you hear it It's the most incredible rap individual style piles up, like drug cases in Queens Count

the...extinction agenda the ......extinction agenda back ...is the incredible o-r g-to-the-a, N-i z-e, d, with a k O-n-f-u-s-to-the-i-o-n Verse one prince: poetry Emerging up to, another level there, I stand Hand to hand rap combat black Back in the

Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on Bring it on motherfucker, bring it on Monch, I even be gettin' more graphic than an Neo Geo Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped betw

[pharoahe monch] Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny You can fool me but I cannot fuck with rudy gulliani Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophranic, can it I can kill it from the west coast to the atlantic Nowadays it seems