Текст песни The Matrix (feat. Pharoahe Monch, Sean Price & DJ Premier) - Black Milk feat. Pharoahe Monch, Sean Price & DJ Premier
For
every
pair
of
lines
I
spit
I
leave
you
paralyzed
and
bent
so
clear
a
path
If
you
not
parallel
to
my
paragraphs
Apparently
if
they
say
I'm
better
than
you
There's
no
reason
for
me
to
put
myself
on
the
pedestal
Movin'
forward
ahead
of
you
Like
you
ridin'
a
bike
And
you
can't
move
till'
the
pedals
do
Nobody
teams
compare
Bold
niggas
fallin'
so
fast
They
need
to
pull
the
strings
on
a
parachute
So
stop
the
comparisons
and
get
buried
up
under
American
soil
We
can
start
with
the
letter
U,
S
Food
for
thought,
thought
for
fools
Where
niggas
will
take
a
life
for
the
jewels
and
a
pair
of
shoes
The
hood
is
out
for
dollar
signs
We
trade
the
heaven
skies
for
a
slice
of
the
devil's
pie
Try
to
make
it
my
downfall
but
see
all
I
know
is
the
tour
Audiences
applause
for
the
curtain
calls
All
the
best
now
is
spittin'
the
truth,
Why?
You's
a
let
down
like
convertible
roofs,
I
See
the
mic
and
murder
the
booth,
nah
Killin'
shit
precise
like
a
snipe
that's
on
top
of
the
roof,
ha
"You,
you,
you
love
my
style
cause
I'm
not
what
ya
used
to"
"Caught
in
the
matrix"
"It's
out
of
hand,
how
the
man
gotcha"
"You're
in
my
Dangerfield
like
Rodney"
Four
finger
ring
rap,
sling
slang,
Pharaohe
the
flow's
good
You
couldn't
hang
if
you
was
Ving
Rhames
in
Rosewood
Couldn't
string
together
some
shows
If
hoes
would
sing
together
a
song
for
you
And
then
you
came
when
the
doughs
good
I'm
Billy
Joel,
I
really
soul
Might
dust
off
some
red
vinyl
that's
really
old
Or
chop
drums
On
a
roll
while
I'm
shotgun
With
a
wireless
MPC
4000
I
got
one
I
bomb
crews,
I'm
hot
I'm
cool,
the
Top
Gun,
but
not
The
Fonz
or
Tom
Cruise,
I
got
A
pool
of
lyrical
warn
shots
that
you
shouldn't
respond
to
Like
pant
legs
around
the
ankles
of
hipsters
I'm
tight
Paintin'
a
more
visual
picture
than
Pixar
Get
more,
skull
than
Skeletor
or
rip
fuel
While
y'all
bite
like
parasites
and
pitbulls
"You,
you,
you
love
my
style
cause
I'm
not
what
ya
used
to"
"Caught
in
the
matrix"
"It's
out
of
hand,
how
the
man
gotcha"
"You're
in
my
Dangerfield
like
Rodney"
It
goes
punch,
shoot,
stab,
kill
Smoke
this,
sniff
that,
nigga
pass
the
pills
Niggas
rap
about
daffodils
Tree
hugger
That's
when
the
gat
clap
ya
grill
P
mug
ya
My
defense
is
offense
Offense
is
nonsense
Drunk
with
a
kufi
on
Praying
to
Allah
bent
Clark
Kent
with
the
glasses
off
Power
fuckin'
Lois
Lane
cause
her
ass
is
soft
Kryptonite,
but
I'm
a
blood
today
Latin
King
tomorrow
keep
it
caliente
I
send
Spanish
niggas
to
visit
your
label
Rep
for
mi
gente
and
take
your
digital
cable
The
God
hard
body
Y'all
ain't
physically
able
To
test
me
I'm
Jet
Li
This
whipping
is
fatal
Blast
skets
Y'all
niggas
is
past
sex
Acting
like
a
boss
get
lost,
what
up
Hex?
"You,
you,
you
love
my
style
cause
I'm
not
what
ya
used
to"
"Caught
in
the
matrix"
"It's
out
of
hand,
how
the
man
gotcha"
"You're
in
my
Dangerfield
like
Rodney"
1 Long Story Short
2 Bounce
3 Give the Drummer Sum
4 Without U (feat. Colin Munroe)
5 Hold it Down
6 Losing Out (feat. Royce Da 5'9)
7 Hell Yeah (feat. Fat Ray)
8 Overdose
9 Reppin For You (feat. AB)
10 The Matrix (feat. Pharoahe Monch, Sean Price & DJ Premier)
11 Try
12 Tronic Summer
13 Bond 4 Life feat. Melanie Rutherford
14 Elec (Outro)
15 Dub Rock - Bonus Track
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