Fatima Mansions - Blues for Ceaucescu lyrics
[pharoahe monch]
Comin ahhcomin 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 uplike drug cases in queens
Country criminal courtshortystep back
Nigga you oughta watch itmy whole herd’s packin
Fuck rappinlet’s take it to the corner of the block
And battle with the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would like it to the stage and mic it
C’mon derethat’s how I like ituhh
Hit me in the face why don’t ya
Prince po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
PharoaheI’m no slave to a rhythm I whip it
Then I take it’s name and change it’s religion
Then I chop the foot off the fuckin beat
For trying to escape the tracknow it’s obsolete
That’s just the state of mind that I’m in when i...
Chorus
II used to play beats on the lunchroom table
This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my mind
Thus allowing me to climb and then shine
This is a process that will occur in due time
Busteverything I thrust is activated
Styles I file are not decaffinatedI’m rough
Tougher than tonkawhy I even electrify the sky
As if I was blanka
Kids follow me and my phillies like willy wonka
SillyI assault and conquerthe cult and brainwash
And squash your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are rituals
So I say motherfuckerbitch-ass and glock to spark brain cells
Not to sell unitsyou know
They say motherfuckerbitch-ass and glock
For the periodical table of contents symbol au
Hey youyou can’t deny when I bust caps the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin
Then I’m proceedin up the block with prince porenegade
Raps shatter shows like grenades
I rip your shit like sinead when i...
Chorus
Pa-pa-pa power poweraughI got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad I’ll be back in an hour
With some more fat shitI tell your empty mind
Teachin I’m kickin the poor black shit now
La-di-daI flip it la-di
Live at a mardi grasor even at a party
Give me bacardi (hah) I smoke blunts
Stunts I wanna humpchumps I wanna pump em full of *blam*
I never ask the crowd to "jump"
I kick a rhymethat ask-es you to use your mind
Flippin it for the masseskickin a lot of asses
The m-o-n-c-h-e I drinkforties of brew
With the crew that rolls deeper than the mediterranean
Here comes the rain again!
Flowin on my head like a memorynow I got energy
That’s for the enemiesthat’s in the industry
Who don’t wanna be friends with meI say fuck em
Suck my dickfrom the back
With a crazy strawyou lazy whore
Do that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha did
No chiefno heads
Mooleywhat am I an asshole?
[prince poetry]
Asshole!
What am i? ... ahh! uhh! mmmhah!
