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, y'all rap ******z take this *******t too far

I'm like an ox, brother my box-cutter leavin a scar

All my peoples are connected

That *******t y'all spit on records is infected and dead

You'll get injected with lead

Ain't no need for me to sweat no man, my crew makes stacks

You just be black and ass ****** plus your records is whack

You'll get ****** up (I'll get ****** up? Nah I don't 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 man's 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, I'm 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 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, 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 can't believe these whack rap ******z is swingin on me

The dark-skinnned kid caught me in the eye now I'ma bring it to G

I ******* him up while Chuck tries to trip him, ****** he's too fast

Over the top, duck, champagne and the glass struck

Now Moet's all over the floor and I'm 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)]

I'm 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 DT's got the block locked seized

They wouldn't 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, let's take it

[Chorus]