TILL I STOP…

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Pharoahe Monch – Rape
Internal Affairs (1999, Rawkus)

Slice the rhythm…disfigure the face of the groove
For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves…

To hell with 1980 remixes, fuck disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
… ? … sex the MPC 60, buying a ticket to hell
Verbally dicking the 12 down, sound shitty…

4 Comments

  1. This is how it should be done :

    Eightball – My First Love (Album:Lost)

    I grab my pen, caressin’ empty pages,
    I grab my pen, caressin’ empty pages,
    Makin’ love, creatin’ money makin’ phrases,
    Let me mold you, into what I dreamed you would be
    Let the world see your beauty and associate it with me
    When I’m poor and broke down,
    Lookin’ bummy with no money
    I can feel you in my soul
    Close my eyes and let you take control
    I grab my pen, caressin’ empty pages,
    I grab my pen, caressin’ empty pages,
    Makin’ love, creatin’ money makin’ phrases,
    Makin’ love, creatin’ money makin’ phrases,
    When I’m alone,
    You comfort me and soothe my head,
    When we get down, we don’t need no hotel room or bed
    Give me head, suck my brain, and watch it shoot out lyrics
    Into your ears, makin’ you pregnant with EightBall’s spirit

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPB3UMJ7Ris

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