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masters of illusion - partnas confused lyrics

[pharoahe monch] “i’m so confused, i don’t know what to do
i think i’m going insane”

[chorus: motion man (kool keith)]
partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose)
partners is soggy – they waterheads like bobby
partners is mildew – that’s right
partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose)
partners is soggy – they waterheads like bobby
partners is mildew – that’s right

[kool keith]
rappers are weak they bullsh-t, talkin sh-t
they cadence is slow, them young kids are not equipped
them handicapped raps get smacked back, in the wheelchair
tuck in your -n-s piece, we catch crews with r-ct-m grease
hold down your fort, i’m veteran like michael on the court
baldhead swift slick make your wife wanna suck my d-ck
rappers you know me, that keep it real sh-t is phony
no matter how much you smoke that weed, f-ck with dust
i’m in yo’ central, you drive fakin in the rental
frontin yo’ back out, i leave you with yo’ wack -ss out
rhymin in lees, with boots on and dungarees
hosin yo’ sneakers, you smell like sh-t by the speakers
i’m speakin peakin doin it {?} like a puerto rican
executive master, work around your fat stomach
exhale, expert, p-ss upon your polo shirt
combat comrade, take your f-ckin blue doo rag
no wave, no black, you just waste a can of nu nile
you need to regroup, wipe your -ss for the new style
crews with tests, i’m old, y’all “young & the restless”
i’m here with motion, y’all n-gg-z rap in slow motion
think you fast with thumbs stuck up in yo’ tight -ss

[chorus]

[motion man]
n-gg-z 4 cylinder, i’m v-12 and 101
my actions killin y’all, i monkey b-tch your hoe’s neck
she shows respect, she eats f-ggot both rap and coward
i smokes a zip, get them humans out the jungle f-ck ’em
they not equipped for these monkeys caged, throwin sh-t
elephant grip, i’m sn-tchin rappers on the {?} by they ear
like i’m they moms, rusty lip, just spittin horrible
i gives advice, president’s psychiatric worker
clerical nurse, i bet your mother’s husband rocks a purse
n-gg-z confused, cause i got styles to choose
my style is to switches, to switch from bus stop to rolls royce
to mack to you b-tches, switch from rolls royce to baseball bat
to smack up you snitches, switch from baseball bat to triple
{-censored-} n-gg-z, white sheet, blood spot, backhandin yo’ momma
that b-tch was late on the payment, i got no time for the drama
n-gg- take care of home
grown man’s my style, my delivery serve
small medium large to extra large to xxl
x-x-x-x-x-x to xxl
smoke the xxl, live in xx h-ll
they think i’m extra excel, don’t f-ck with light bulbs
with water valves we shock your -ss well
i kick a band-aid for cuts

[chorus]

[motion man] that’s right

[scratched: “huh, what?]

motion man, kool keith

[scratched: “huh, what?”] “what?”

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