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Baare killa, yeah, Nazi, Black Swastika
Every house lock, every bar stop stock liquor
What dat clip for? Get di pan dat bigger
Scope pick him up 'bout

u such a rass rock. Mi wife goodly pre mi fi dis
Anyway, mi mind done set pan a back shot. 
American gyal, how u have dat, u know she true from
U try

suh don't size up at any time given. 
Got american accounts an mi neva fly, check mi phone fi di stocks weh mi neva buy, 
If anuh elon money yuh nuh

Ten tires
Make em vex tire
I'm a Ghost Rider
I got more fire
Pan sauce hittin'
Bacon egg fry-up
Braise the lamb bicep
Break a leg, tiger
Double

on the stock still glow in the dark 
These lotters been pressing and testing for larks
Til police take bullets and rip 'em apart
True to the art, been that from

on the stock still glow in the dark 
These lotters been pressing and testing for larks
Til police take bullets and ripp’em apart
True to the art, been that from

the remedy
Before you eat
You say your grace
Like Kennedy
Mek mi sing
Pan yuh Mic
Cah mi have a
Hole heep a melody
A dat yu like
Sexual healing is a energy

connections & stock

Pan-American from JFK to Bogota
Tegucigalpa connection make sure my cocas raw
Got it from the guerrillas, to Sinaloa dogs
Making

Lookin' like a bunch of frat boys at summer camp and shit

It hadda be flashin' like the daily double
Hadda be playin' on TV
Hadda be loud

Clap [One Day]

Pharoahe Monch

W.A.R. (We Are Renegades)

2011

brown.
Now who am I? P-Monch, from Do or Die, South Suicide, Queens, where I get down.
I peep surveillance in the street every summer.

You may not

Scranton to the top
Guess hot girl summers only fun when it's hot
But in the winter you'll be left alone to rot
Spray the Pam in the pan
Steady whippin in

If we talkin' 'bout it, rhyme for rhyme
My stats combined got stocks and bonds
Multiplied my worth 10 times by 20
Naw nigga, I ain't lyin'
I'm

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

is summer
Like the wind in the mountain tops, olympian runner
That doesn't know when to quit, like an American gunner 
Remember that this is it, now I

Wouldn't rap if I could sing

From the summer to the spring
You know I'm gonna do my thing
Always grinding on my hustle
Always gotta keep some muscle in case

Graduation came and went
It’s the flash sitting in the pan
Friends talk and come and go
Fade away like my summer tan
Now it’s cold and I’m alone

mother is from Maryland
Leaning like an old pair of Tims im perishing
I'm in the clouds now, pan American
Sicilian inheritance bearing I'm wearing very

I'll tell you what you want to hear
Tell me where I'd like to go
Ask me where the Summer went
That way maybe I don't know

And while my life's not in

her Kitty Drier than a summer fried fountain
So while u caking I’ve been tryna stack a gold mountain
An endless quest to grow no matter what the amount

your own money
It ain't nothin' like your own money
I'm the man that started with grams
pots and some pans it made me a beast
Now I'm the man I can work