confrontations

Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a *******
Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish
Straight pitch, what the ****** is the problem? You and your man
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo move back, yall rap ******z take this *******t too far
Im like an ox , brother my box-cutter leavin a scar
All my peoples are connected
That *******t yall spit on records is infected and dead
Youll get injected with lead
Aint no need for me to sweat no man, my crew makes stacks
You just be black and ass ****** plus your records is whack
Youll get ****** up (Ill get *** *** up? Nah I dont think so money..)
[Prince Poetry (Pharoahe)]
Violatin my 360, his ******z started revolvin
That problem needed quick solvin so we started to brawlin
(Combinations of haymakers deleted all of the stallin)
Callin for nobody, determined just to keep these ******z fallin
(To the big mans ribs) after a left to his jibs
Him and his man transform into these six rowdy-ass kids
[Pharoahe Monch]
I never went since Prince struck first, ******* dispersed towards the corner
Too many enemies for me to overpower
I wanna at, least take one ****** down with me
If I have to go out, Im goin scrappin no doubt
First ***** * up to bat gets bent (bent) pinned (pinned)
Immediately, up against the wall (ha) him (him)
Wig pushed back, thumb to windpipe
Reacts numb his whole face contorts when eye ****** contract
[Chorus: Prince Poetry (Pharoahe Monch)]
When *******t comes downto it, no hesitation
Actions speaks louder than words in all situations
Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose
****** it, we ready for confrontation
(When *******t comes down to it, no hesitation)
(Actions speaks louder than words in all situations)
(Do what we gotta do, set it off, let it loose)
(****** it, self-preservation)
[Prince Poetry]
I cant believe these whack rap ******z is swingin on me
The dark-skinnned kid caught me in the eye now Ima bring it to G
I ******* him up while Chuck tries to trip him, ****** hes too fast
Over the top, duck, champagne and the glass struck
Now Moets all over the floor and Im slidin through it
Pharoahe I got your back, splittin him, exposin bodily fluid
From fraudulent foes, with points to prove, and no holds barred
Raw dog like out in the yard
[Pharoahe Monch (Prince Poetry)]
Im peepin out how their security maneuvered and selected
In multiples of 3 random ******z end the beef to be ejected
Collected my thoughts, connected with members of medicine men
Who explained to me that DTs got the block locked seized
They wouldnt let us in
Sighed, slide to the midstream, plus swallow your pride
(This is the second time swine, one-time, had to spoil it)
Pull the lids on the commode and drop the glocks inside the toilet
If we, move swiftly, we just might make it
If the opportunity arise to bounce, lets take it
[Chorus]