Pharoahe Monch, Canibus - Hell lyrics

Follow for now for no formidable fights I've
Been formed to forget
For Pharoahe fucks familiar foes first
Before fondling female MC's fiercely
Focus upon the fact that facts can
Be fabricated to form lies
My phonetics alone forces feeble MC's
Into defense on the fly feel me, for real-a
Let's get the skrillas out the
Hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggas in the back shooting
Craps with the axe wielders
Relax 'til it's time for
The immaculate miraculous
Thirteen, ow! The illest
To all my niggas who been shitted on
Let's get it on
Dick, I'm gonna let it hang and sit it on
The desk of any redneck record exec
I strike 'em with the right hand
Send 'em a step and this is

Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)

Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching their
Genitals by the dresser
A hundred CCs of the uncut cleanest
In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous
To the left, we have right-wing extremists
On a screen
A man exposes his breasts with no penis
My team is probably just as raw as
Lady Saw and Chaka Demus is

Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)
Hell (this is) hell (this is)

This is, this is, this is, this is
This is, this is, this is, this is

Yo, yo, I feel like I'm one of the livest
One of Hip-Hop's finest elite rhymers
And I plan to graduate with honors
But one day, we'll all be a bunch
Of old-timers with Alzheimer's
Lookin' at our label's roster
Wonderin' how the fuck they forgot us
After we done recorded dozens of albums
And made 'em hundreds of thousands of dollars
They still dropped us
We givin' niggas what the fuck they want
A Holocaust
Stompin' niggas with a thousand man march
I ain't livin' in Hell, Hell's livin' in me
That's why I'm always screamin'
On you fuckin' MCs the shit that I quote
Float with the buoyancy of a boat
With the potency of a scorpion
Sting to the throat
Overdose that's extremely fatal
Doctors in white lab coats scramble for
An antidote to save you
You can't breathe, your chest feels painful
Your skin color's goin' from
Dark brown to beige-blue
Your whole room is full of angels
All in your ear tryin' to tell you
Which God you should pray to
You pray to Jesús
But he don't wanna save you
'Cause you unfaithful
So he gives you to Azazel
You're paralyzed on the operatin' table
Prayin' for Canibus to slice you
From head to navel
You banned from TV, banned from CDs
Banned from DVDs and downloadable MP3s