The Matrix - Black Milk, DJ Premier, Pharoahe Monch

For every pair of lines I spit

I leave you paralyzed and bent so clear a path

If you not parallel to my paragraphs

Apparently if they say I’m better than you

There’s no reason for me to put myself on the pedestal

Movin' forward ahead of you

Like you ridin' a bike

And you can’t move till' the pedals do

Nobody teams compare

Bold niggas fallin' so fast

They need to pull the strings on a parachute

So stop the comparisons and get buried up under American soil

We can start with the letter U, S

Food for thought, thought for fools

Where niggas will take a life for the jewels and a pair of shoes

The hood is out for dollar signs

We trade the heaven skies for a slice of the devil’s pie

Try to make it my downfall but see all I know is the tour

Audiences applause for the curtain calls

All the best now is spittin' the truth, Why?

You’s a let down like convertible roofs, I

See the mic and murder the booth, nah

Killin' shit precise like a snipe that’s on top of the roof, ha

«You, you, you love my style cause I’m not what ya used to»

«Caught in the matrix»

«It's out of hand, how the man gotcha»

«You're in my Dangerfield like Rodney»

Four finger ring rap, sling slang, Pharaohe the flow’s good

You couldn’t hang if you was Ving Rhames in Rosewood

Couldn’t string together some shows

If hoes would sing together a song for you

And then you came when the doughs good

I’m Billy Joel, I really soul

Might dust off some red vinyl that’s really old

Or chop drums

On a roll while I’m shotgun

With a wireless MPC 4000 I got one

I bomb crews, I’m hot

I’m cool, the Top Gun, but not

The Fonz or Tom Cruise, I got

A pool of lyrical warn shots that you shouldn’t respond to

Like pant legs around the ankles of hipsters

I’m tight

Paintin' a more visual picture than Pixar

Get more, skull than Skeletor or rip fuel

While y’all bite like parasites and pitbulls

«You, you, you love my style cause I’m not what ya used to»

«Caught in the matrix»

«It's out of hand, how the man gotcha»

«You're in my Dangerfield like Rodney»

It goes punch, shoot, stab, kill

Smoke this, sniff that, nigga pass the pills

Niggas rap about daffodils

Tree hugger

That’s when the gat clap ya grill

P mug ya

My defense is offense

Offense is nonsense

Drunk with a kufi on

Praying to Allah bent

Clark Kent with the glasses off

Power fuckin' Lois Lane cause her ass is soft

Crip tonight/kryptonite, but I’m a blood today

Latin King tomorrow keep it caliente

I send Spanish niggas to visit your label

Rep for mi gente and take your digital cable

The God hard body

Y’all ain’t physically able

To test me

I’m Jet Li

This whipping is fatal

Blast skets

Y’all niggas is past sex

Acting like a boss get lost, what up Hex?

«You, you, you love my style cause I’m not what ya used to»

«Caught in the matrix»

«It's out of hand, how the man gotcha»

«You're in my Dangerfield like Rodney»