Stress (Remix)

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monche] Yo it's the verbal assault weapon with words uncanny You can boo me but I cannot fuck with Rudy Giuliani Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophrenic, can it I can kill it from the West Coast to the Atlantic Nowadays it seems it's hard to maintain Can't take the stress, yes God I'm going insane If you can feel my pain, say "yes" (yes!) If you can feel the pain, say "stress" (stress!) Pharoahe, I possess the skills to bring it to your chest With lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation With his excellency, Prince standing next to me And especially the Extra P on the SP Twelve zero zero, I stand tall and be a hero In times of stress, the Pharoahe won't fess [Hook] Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress [Verse 2: Large Professor] Now ain't nothing deeper than having to throw a nigga in the sleeper For stress, and take that shit from Large Profess Cause I be on the train trying to maintain Getting lowered in the hole while the record man gain And it make me want to sting somebody with the shottie Cause I can't relate to living less than great So while I make a fat beat to eat Some of my mans from John Bowne High School is sleeping in the street That stress shit is ill, if you let it it will Have you ass on the staircase smoking a krill Never that for me, nigga, my name's Extra P I can't afford to be stressed the fuck out in '93 Or '94, cause everybody know My solution to being stressed is looking at the front door [Hook] Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress [Verse 3: Prince Po] God knows I can't take the stress Working my fingers to the bone That middle finger's for all you rap singers Not representing your hood I stroll through the projects, giving niggas dap cause my respect's good Verbal assassinator, sharp with the tongue, I come Out of my pockets to forfend the risk before another brother And another one that you're looking for, Mr Bigot Officer I'm legit like can you dig it Hey lady, I don't want your pocket book, my black ass Don't like my ass black? I'd rather cross the street leaving a stupid look On your grill, spark a Phill, parlay O.C. told me that aside, call upon pay Extra Large Professor, give me the rest of That old funk, so what I left the rhyme on the dresser My man Dalu, he's in this, rest in peace, you're in here Pregnant sisters leave their daddy, Jah knows you're in there Sincere to Queens cause the East is representing, baby doll Prince is my name, shit's real so listen