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