Confrontations

[21 seconds of conversation to open the song] [Prince Poetry] Yo grip, you got your eyes fixed on me like as if a bitch Caught me in a glitch reachin at cases no beef just fish Straight pitch, what the fuck is the problem? You and your man [Pharoahe Monch] Yo move back, y'all rap niggas take this shit too far I'm like an ox, brother my box-cutter leavin a scar All my peoples are connected That shit 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 nigga plus your records is whack You'll get fucked up (I'll get fucked up? Nah I don't think so money..) [Prince Poetry] + (Pharoahe) Violating my 360, his niggas started revolvin That problem needed quick solvin so we started to brawling (Combinations of haymakers deleted all of the stallin) Callin for nobody, determined just to keep these niggas falling (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, bitches dispersed towards the corner Too many enemies for me to overpower I wanna at least take one nigga down with me If I have to go out, I'm going scrapping no doubt First nigga 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 eyeballs contract [Hook: Prince Poetry] + (Pharoahe Monch) When shit 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 Fuck it, we ready for confrontation (When shit 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) (Fuck it, self-preservation) [Prince Poetry] I can't believe these wack rap niggas is swinging on me The dark-skinnned kid caught me in the eye now I'ma bring it to G I square him up while Chuck tries to trip him, fuck he's too fast Over the top, duck, champagne and the glass struck Now Moet's all over the floor and I'm sliding through it Pharoahe I got your back, splitting him, exposing 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 peeping out how their security maneuvered and selected In multiples of 3 random niggas 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 latrine, 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 [Hook] [Hook: Prince Poetry] + (Pharoahe Monch) When shit 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 Fuck it, we ready for confrontation (When shit 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) (Fuck it, self-preservation)