Follow for now, for no formidable fights   I've been formed to forget   For Pharaoh fucks familiar foes first   Befo' fondlin' female MC's fiercely   Focus upon the facts   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 skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas   Make the whole world feel us   From the crack to the cap peelers   To the niggaz in the back   Shootin' craps with the Axe-wheelers   Relax till it's, time for the immaculate miraculous   Thirteen, oow, the illest!      To all my niggaz who been shitted on, let's get it on   Think I'm gonna let it hang, and sit it on   The desk of any redneck record exec   I strike 'em wit' 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, incest kids under pressure   In the corner clutchin' they genitals by the dresser   A hundred CC's 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   Martinez, probably   Just as raw as Lady Saw Esocidae      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      Yo, yo, I feel like I'm one of the livest   One of hip hop's finest, elite rhymers and I plan to graduate wit honors   But one day we'll all be a bunch of old-timers wit 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' niggaz what the fuck they want      A holocaust, stompin' niggaz 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' MC's   The shit that I quote, float wit 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's full of angels   All in your ear tryin' to tell you which God you should pray to   You pray to Jesus, but He don't wanna save you   'Cuz you unfaithful, so He gives you to Azazel      You're paralyzed on the operatin' table   Prayin' for Cannibals to slice you from head to navel   You banned from TV, banned from CD's   Banned from DVD's and down loadable MP3s!