666 (Three Six Word Stories)

[Verse: Pharoahe Monch]

Eureka, Franklin, D. Roosevelt, Frank, Lynn

Collins, Ferguson, Rick, James, Brown, Ferguson

Son, come on son, Th1rt3en, I'm on one

Two-three-four-five Jacksons in action

My eyes are stained glass, look through, see the labor pains

When my brain goes into contractions

Crack pipes, Wesley Snipes all over the city like stop signs

Fall back, pull out the act right

While they catfight I rap like parking parallel

With 18 wheels in a snowstorm, jackknife

Too black, too strong, exactly, that type

Could somebody please tell Father Time to kiss my ass, pause, get it?

Then add that loss to his resume because he is no longer undefeated

Th1rt3en, I am the best that ever did it

When you travel back through time you will lose 24 hours for every hour you remain in the past committed

I will complete a perfect final four bracket

Water the roses on your grave

And then criticize that weak shit you are about to say

Before you fix your mouth to spit it

I bet you I am the one like Mookie

But not Mookie Betts or Spike Lee in the movies

I move the crowd like I have Tourette's in the movies

I hate etihw people

Taggof, taggof, kcuf, kcuf

Slut, whore, fuck it, I voted for Trump

Pump shotgun, bomb, fire, everybody Run-

DMC, Whodini with the treacherous

Three-stripe Adidas, fat gold chain necklace

Master of the guillotine, put their heads on a chopping block

Lucifer, killing machine, executioner

Get 'em and then I'ma put 'em in the middle of a firing squad

Load and lock, pop, pop, pop

Watch me waterboard 'em, peel their nails back, torture them

Cigarettes on the eyelids scorching them, to the pupil to the iris to the retina

Viruses silencing them like they're silence us except I'm more violent

Fuck 'em, I mute their music when they're unplugged

Throwing up a middle finger to the future of these young thugs

The Game of Thrones going back to Hell again

Cracked skeleton bones, spawn black melanin

My attitude free radical

Islam wrap cellophane around the mouths of these fuckboys, I keep telling 'em

Uh, but they ain't tryin' to hear me though

The word'll get around in the hood like venereal

Merry go's, aerial views of drug dealer burials

Crackhead, flat-screen TVs, and cheap stereos

Swing, go ahead, take a swing (Go ahead)

You a thug, you actin' like you wanna swing on me (Go ahead)

But hesitant 'cause you don't know if got that thing on me

And by thing I mean 29 books of rhymes, words are bullets

Pages are the clips that hold unlimited ammunition

I just committed the crime

The scene is not fictitious clips

Or quick depictions of cops taking pics of ice picks sticking out of the victims

But a detective taking notes

On a deceased Kellogg's, General Mills, Quaker Oats

And in the bathroom scripted with love as he got nearer

Three six-word stories written with blood on the mirror

[Outro: Pharoahe Monch]

I breathe like oxygen is expensive

Don't be offended, I am defensive

I love you, take care, intensive

I love you, take care, intensive

Evisnetni, erac ekat , uoy evol I

Evisnetni, erac ekat , uoy evol I

Evisnetni, erac ekat , uoy evol I

Evisnetni, erac ekat , uoy evol I

Evisnetni, erac ekat , uoy evol I