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phonte - 69th chamber intercourse lyrics

[phonte – imitating ghostface k!llah]
yo! check the fly ‘spragus style n-ggas!
check the fly purple grocery on y’all, yo!!
yo, yo, the new sh-t, check my double barrel style
understand, understand, it’s the way we go!
the power grocery n-ggas, flagrant wit aspragus
stars wit the jewels on
i eat ’em up like grey poupon, my lil’ cousin needs
bless her heart, she was dyin in the corner from the way
in her sh-lls, the seash-lls from the sh0r-!
the purple groceries, goin down to the lilac ave. n-ggas
hangin out, maxin, tay hangin off and sh-t
yo, it’s how i be yo!

[imitating rza]
yo, it’s how i be like that
yo, i be the ruler, on the track
yo, n-ggas couldn’t understand that sh-t
yo, i’m coin though, yo, they suck the d-ck
comin through, in the number one digital
i got this rhyme – doo-doo-doo!
yeah, y’all n-ggas could never f-ck that
y’all n-ggas could never understand what the f-ck rap

[imitating cappadonna]
rapper ‘don, break bread
spit blood, spit bot, what?
come through ya gut, stab ya girl in the b-tt
take orders, understand we take waters
n-ggas could never understand the flow and sh-t
cause i’m showin who you f-ckin wit
understand you suck a d-ck
go to the crib, f-ck a b-tch without the protection
n-ggas understnad the resurrection
and then my n-gga, bring the hook in

[hook: imitating method man]
you got some real good things with you, nasty fast
and you know i got some sh-t for yo’ nasty -ss
c’mon, shake yo’ f-nny, throw yo’ thing on down
and you know we comin back to resurrect the crown
oh yeah, you didn’t know when i tell you fast
i got, some crazy sh-t, for yo’ nasty -ss
and you know we comin back, comin back real fast
comin back to reclaim the crown on that -ss
yo, yo, yo, yo

[imitating ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
ohhh!! they thought i was on some crazy sh-t
said i was on crack, baby suck the d-ck!
went tho the jailhouse, slapped her out
aw motherf-ckers know what i’m talkin ’bout
the big bay-bay, understand i’m not crazay
like sticky fingaz, i’ll l!ck ya lay-daaaaaaaay!!!
f-ck the b-tch!!! suck the d-ck!!
yo, yo, b-tches +got my money+
dirt dog, motherf-cker, sh-t ain’t funny
and the hoes get down, i smell like sh-t
and i’m not the n-gga to be f-ckin wit!\
yo, yo, ah-hah!!

[girl singing very flat in the background]
you can nooooooooot defeaaaaaaaaat
{“rza:” yo, my girl takeitha in this}
the goooooooooooods
you will not defeat the gooooooooooooods
{-horribly off-key-} you wiiiiiiill never defeat us
’cause we’rrrrrrrre from the gooooooooods

[“rza” talk over takeitha singing “gooooooooooods” over and over]
ya know i’m sayin, yo, we droppin this jewel right here
ya know what i’m sayin, cause it’s not, it’s not
it’s four sides on the square, you pick the fourth
and you divide it, by two, that means two
ya know what i’m sayin. you take that two and you add seven, that’s nine numbers
yaknowi’msayin? and you nine, minus eight – that’s one
that one represents the sun that {?} god resonably divine divided the signs of life
ya know what i’m sayin, yo you plant that seed
yaknowwhati’msayin, and that seed germinates
yaknahmsayin, all the way from austria, germany, sweden, yaknahmsayin?
it germinates, yaknahmsayin? and that seed comes up
and that seed, is at the bus stop, waiting on that bus and it take that bus
yaknahmsayin, and it get there, and if you listen to us
you, too will get there
yaknahmsayin, we recorded this at like in ’81, yaknahmsayin
but we just droppin it now, cause y’all just not ready
yaknahmsayin, sick bag sick…

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