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Rating: ''May I have your attention, please. What you are about to hear, Is undoubtedly the most incredible MC of the year''.
The album by Pharoahe Monch begins with this provocation, with this May I have your attention please..... (which may remind some of the intro to a famous song by Eminem) In fact, Pharoahe Monch, in my opinion, is one of the most underrated MC's ever. Few know his work with Organized Konfusion and solo (this is surely the most famous), and few recognize him as one of the strongest MC's ever (which he definitely is).
After this brief introduction to the character, let's move on to the record. Released on October 19, 1999 under Rawkus Records, two years after the release of the last Organized Konfusion album (definitely the least great of the three)
After a ripping Intro, accompanied by the classic trumpets that make you want to tear the beat apart, we find ourselves facing one of the rawest tracks I've ever heard, namely Behind Closed Doors: the sampling of Quincy Jones (and who else could it be???? :D) serves as the backdrop to one of the traditional hardcore 90s tracks.
Very ''Hardcore 90s'' are also Rape, Official, Hell with rapper Canibus (who, of course, you must know), Right Here (fantastic acoustic guitar riff) and the evergreen Simon Says, the most famous track on the record that logically deserves a separate discussion.
Simon Says is a track that marked an era. The sample of the song has now become overused, taken from the soundtrack of a Godzilla film, it has been used by several rappers for their pieces (even the Colle Der Fomento). In a nutshell, you can't not know this beat, also because in freestyle battles this instrumental is a must (watch some episodes of 2theBeat and tell me it's not true). Then regarding the flow, any comment is superfluous.
Nevertheless, the record also consists of tracks
- melancholic and reflective: one above all Queens, ''dedicated'' to his neighborhood (find me a rapper who hasn't done it, and I'll pay you in gold tokens).
- fun: The Ass (no need to tell you what the song is about) and The Next Shit featuring Busta Rhymes (also pretty predictable to recount :D)
The record flows perfectly and the collaborations are quite spot on:
-Canibus (Hell)
-M.O.P (No Mercy)
-Busta Rhymes (The Next Shit)
-Apani (The Ass)
-Lady Luck, Redman, Method Man, Shabaam Sahdeeq, and once again Busta Rhymes (Simon Says RMX)
The only flaw of the record is its length: with a Pharoahe Monch in such great shape and capable of thrilling, there need to be more tracks. Maybe not 20, but at least make it to 18. But this is my point of view (maybe it's because I've worn this CD out like crazy). For the rest, the album has its STREET PHILOSOPHY even when talking nonsense.
AN ALBUM THAT'S NOTHING SHORT OF AMAZING THAT CONFIRMS PHAROAHE MONCH AS ONE OF THE BEST MC'S OF THE ERA. IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW HIM BEFORE, IT'S RECOMMENDED TO LISTEN
PEACE
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Rape (02:34)
(woman screaming)
I'm obsessed with multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
Pondering the verse, fondling my balls
Witness a nigga who will take rap and chase it
Through an occupied dimly lit staircase and rape it
Grab the drums by the waistline (scratches)
I snatch the kick, kick the snare, and sodomize the bassline
Never waste time, I give the verse rabies
Cum on the chorus, tell the hook to swallow my babies
Maybe I might...switch! Let the witch live
The original plan was to kill the bitch on the bridge
Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the cresendo
When my innuendos elapse...my nezuenno attacks
The instrumental elapses,
perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
You could solo my fuckin' vocals and I still get trife
Slice the rhythm...disfigure the face of the groove
For any fader that flies or knobs or button that moves
Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.
(scratches)
She had the nerve to take the case to court
knowin' I rape for sport
Took the stand cryin' denying her whole involvement, lying
Why would an ex-cop lie in a sex shop, fly linen down grinnin'
With my coat over my shoulder sittin'
Browsin' pornography (uhh!),
the stenographer smilin' the whole time
While jotting verbal photography
Her eyes mahogany
I flashed to a photo in my mind of a body bludgeoned with slashed arteries
Pardon me, back to the case, slap in the face
Examinin' the jury similar to cracking a safe
What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her ass all over my face and taste it
To hell wit' 1980 remixes, fuck disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my dick where the disc go
Yokonaz, ripped the sexy MPC 60, buyin' a ticket to hell
Verbally dickin' the 12 down, sound shitty
I knew she used to be pretty
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city
Ain't fuckin her right, ain't fuckin' her right
Ain't fuckin' her like...ME.
Consider this: the loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of SIN!
That doesn't end til' I stop fuckin'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nuttin'
Ain't fuckin it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it right, they ain't fuckin' it right
They ain't fuckin' it like...ME.
05 Simon Says (02:53)
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Queens is in the back sippin yak y'all what's up?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Yeah I said it -- rub on your titties
New York city gritty committee pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
Y'all know the name
Pharoahe-fuckin-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed
You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated
Phased from your original plan, you deviated
I alleviated the pain, with a long-term goal
Took my underground loot, without the gold
You sold platinum round the world, I sold wood in the hood
But when I'm in the street, then shit it's all good
I'm soon to motivate the room, control the game like Tomb Raider
Roc-clock dollars flip, tips like a waiter
Block shots, style's greater, let my lyrics annoint
If you holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Put your hands to the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Brooklyn in the back shootin craps now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
Fuck it I said, rub on your titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
(Yo, where you at?) Uptown let me see em
Notorious for the six-fives and the BM's
Heads give you beef, you put em in the mausoleum
And the shit don't start pumpin til after 12 PM
Ugnh, ignorant minds, I free em
If you tired of the same old everyday you will agree I'm,
the most obligated, hard and R-Rated
Stated to be the best, I must confess the star made it
Some might even say this song is sexist-es
Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses
Whether your ridin the train or in Lexus-es
This is for either/or Rollies or Timex-eses
Wicked like Exorcist, this is the joint
You holdin up the wall, then you missin the point
Get the fuck up!
Simon Says get the fuck up!
Throw your hands in the sky (BO! BO! BO! BO!)
The Bronx is in the back shootin craps, now what's up?
Girlies, rub on your titties (yeahhhhhh)
I said, rub on your titties!
New York city gritty commitee, pity the fool that
act shitty in the midst of the calm, the witty
New Jeru, get the fuck up!
Shaolin, get the fuck up!
Long Isle, get the fuck up!
Worldwide, get the fuck up!
06 Official (03:47)
[Pharoahe Monch]
Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
?Permitted? behind the back like makin em all fiend
From my intricate ways to shake ya whole team
Official, Starter hit harder than Fort Green
No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Permitted behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team
My style, make the whole crowd Se-au
Like number 55 on the Chargers
I promise thee I Dodge a nigga like Raul Mondesi
Somberly stay calm, fighting Means like Natrone
The bomb, like Hail Mary's inflated wit napalm
RAP PLEASE US! Deliver scriptures similar to Jesus
That you couldn't catch if you was Ivan Rodriguez
So don't compete within the zone where the ? is
I'm on the phone in the luxury box like George Steinbrenner
The owner, makin you give your Diamond-back like Arizona
Winnin always Indian like Chief Nakahoma
Sock a nigga in his face, Pharoahe's the Sporting Authority
Blacks attracted to my rap like ?games in sororities?
You already fucked up when you stepped up to bat
Strike (one) strike (two) strike (three), that's that
[Chorus]
Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
?Permitted? behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate ways to break ya whole team
Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
No authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Permitted behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate ways to shake ya whole team
Yo the realness stuck, females Blauch my Knob like Chuck
Dispense to standing in count commence to rebound like Buck Williams
Triple Crown threat to score, plus the bonus strange
Without the Rover, more range than Rey Ordonez
One of the MC's flip my kind of grammar on the break
Three on one like Phi Slamma Jamma
Serve a slot, a curve-splitter-knuckleball-spitter-change
Every rhyme hid a bitter note, quote "Get a game"
Not Allen Iverson, forget crossin-over shake men
Similar to Troy, I bring the pain destined to Aik-man
Break men off, take men out, make me wanna slander
Prime Time, my rhyme defense beyond Deion Sanders
I walk the earth with my Rod in this Strick-land
Promise, people thought I was Thomas Hearns the way I Hit Man
Chorus
(Official)
Yeah yeah, come on come on
It's Lee Stone, Pharoahe Monch for real
Wit the Official hip hop to kill
Know what's the deal, come on check it
Yo yo yo
Pharoahe's Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
Then hid it behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intricate way ta-ta-ta-ta yo yo
Official like Starter, hit harder than Fort Green
Authentic, Nike, Adidas and Spalding
The minute behind the back like makin em all fiend
For my intircate way ta-ta-ta-ta
Yo, I stick around like hockey, now what the puck
Cooler than fuck, maneuver like Vancouver Canucks
In ya speaker, destroy your woofer, mids and tweeters
Not Wolverine but still I hold Claws like Shameeka
Water Boys get slaughtered automatic like Bobby Boucher
Push ya wig back like Marv Albert's toupe
Blaze a Trail like Portland on a track that'll amaze ya
Omnipotent on the D like Clyde Frazier
Slide, phase ya, glide get off the uhh
I'm commin wit the *scatting*
09 Right Here (02:56)
Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?)
Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?)
Yo Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Yo (WHAT?!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the.. yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo (WE RIGHT HERE!)
We can face the fuck off like hockey or Face Off like Travolta
Face off like car radios with the mind of Minolta
Face off like Treach if you're fuckin with Vin Rock
You still pop shit? I face off like fembots
And I'm the six million motherfuckin dollar man
with a six million muh'fuckin dollar plan
For thug niggaz and pimp players and drug niggaz
Your technique, I sweep under the rug niggaz
Out of Queens, shit I serve with the fiends and bug niggaz
I'm above niggaz, but all in all, I love niggaz
like my man Benny Rat (uh) showed me the rap game
Told me never to act sane on a record or rap plain
Now the name reign supreme, seen major creme
Rhymes, sicker than lyme disease and gangrene
I'm the most obligated, nigga creatin havoc
Check the meaning for Monch, the meaning becomes tragic
RAW - if you want it
RAW - yea we got it indeed
Yo actually I'm just tryin to eat
FOR SURE - if you need it on tour
Yea we ready to bleed
I'm sayin God I'm just tryin to eat
Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?)
Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?)
Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Yo (WHAT?!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the.. yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Basically y'all could get eight twice like Lynn Swann plus get ate like pussy
Get ate like Mickey D's after the hydro when you push me
Get ate like cannibalism and sliced surgical
In any extremity y'all get infinity vertical
Every line to word of mine will be verbally placed to murder you
The master, flippin convertible flows irreversible
Unobtainable to the brain it's unexplainable what the verse'll do
Pharoahe's the sperm your mind's the eggs I'm burstin through
Y'all heard of me, I pack macs and crack vertebraes
Leave niggaz with third degree burns and back surgery
Mics guns knives, pick declare which object, flip
Have niggaz runnin like the Blair Witch Project
RAW - if you want it
RAW - yea we got it indeed
Yo actually I'm just tryin to eat
FOR SURE - if you need it on tour
Yea we ready to bleed
I'm sayin God I'm just tryin to eat
Aiyyo Uptown (WHAT?) the Bridonx (WHAT?)
Long Isle (WHAT?) Stridong (WHAT?)
Brooklyyyyyyyyyyyyyn (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Yo (WHAT?!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (WE RIGHT HERE!)
Where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo where the.. yo yo
Yo where the fuck is Queens? (RIGHT HERE!)
Yo (WE RIGHT HERE!)
15 Simon Says (feat. Lady Luck, Redman, Method Man, Shabaam Sahdeeq & Busta Rhymes) (remix) (06:15)
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