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's the oppositions ass (C'mon think fast now) Who want it? Pharoahe Monch, Mr. Complex you'll think you fronted [Chorus] [Mr. Complex] When I'm in a
[Mr. Complex] One of my hair-brained schemes is to Chase my shadows after, My smoking pipe, dreams it, Seems i got a fiends just, Forming up coats, i
authentic Akrobatik's a pseudonym Study my art like ninjas in judo gyms plus I bring Incredible phrases Hip Hop fiends are craving While other heads are
Pair Of Wet Jeans You Don't Understand But Your Girl Knows What I Mean So I Kicks My Rhymes Kind Of Complex A Text Of Intricate Words And Other Spoken
(uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex
a boulder, you're nothin more than a grain or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
Act II SCENE NINE A TOKEN OF MY EXTREME Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / ware-house / condominium complex, Joe is greeted
[J-Zone] Mr. President congratulations on inauguration Im here with advice to run a nation To satisfy the rich and be up for re-election So i advise
on the shelf with no help I'm so hell I'm so stealth, (I'm so, I'm so) Nigga, Mr. know where to be contacted Just bombsack it, tell my momma how I'
as a lyric It's easier than hoes It's bomber than that weed I smoke And I sells just like yayo [Doc] Yeah yeah ugh Now the second verse Is more complex
hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness I'm about to rip this, come fear witness [Beat plays for About 20 seconds] [chorus x2] [beat changes] [Mr.
Mr sound selecta Hook me up with the melody Mr sound selecta Hit me with the beat C?mon [Verse:] Leave your vocal points at the door No submerged
I'ma kick it to y'all frankly so all y'all weak niggaz can hate me jealous 'cause they know I'm the shit, like Mr. Hankey reintroducing Ras Kass, the
in a spot you didn't wanna be Around nonsense and negativity Well it happened to be more than twice (Like three times?) So listen as I shoot the dice The other
like any other guy sometimes Guzzle Mike Lemonade or a fifth of Balentine When I drop shit Hit like a elbow from Greg Valentine The hard hammer The ill critical lyrical body slammer More complex
a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
