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[Monch ] YeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhAAAHHHHhhhhhh!![Mr. C ] Got`cha, got`cha, got`cha, got`cha Uh, yeah[Monch ] Y`all, yes yes y`all[Mr. C ] Yo I said, ya ready?[Monch ] Check it out now, we gon` set it on the world like this one time (one time) Check it out yo In- -dable, -mark-, -mark- Plex where you at!? Where you at yo?[Mr. C ] Yo run it back[Monch ] Ok one more time.. ready, check it out yo[PM(MC)] In-(cred)-able, (re)-mark-(able) (Marksman)-ship, able to (hit) tar-(gets, gets, gets) Without aimin! Divide (Multiply) Subtract the wack (fact remainin) Like off the (actions) ashes (We brandish one) (Flash at the bat that burnt off ya eyelashes) Yo, we gitcha movin![Chorus - Mr. Complex]We gitcha violent - we gitcha creepinWe gitcha whylin - we gitcha movinWe gitcha amped up - now gitcha ass upWe gitcha clothes wet - now gitcha hands upWe gitcha violent - we gitcha groovinWe gitcha whylin - we gitcha movinWe gitcha amped up - now gitcha ass upWe gitcha clothes wet - now gitcha hands up[Pharoahe Monch]Ohhhhh...Them Bells say "Isn`t he nice"The Black Star like Talib Kweli plus Sicily TicePharoahe Monch threepeat, repeat the rhymeDefeat competitors then delete the grimeMy spine allows me to suck my own cockFuckin with these Queens niggas ya get stuckThe strategy off the beat -- is the removal of ya brainsso when I slice ya toes ya never felt the agony of defeat/the feetCasually I depleat, blood cells coagulated,from maggot emcees who congregatedSlash macks that hafta blast, crush fast and crash competitionMath plus what plus what`s the oppositions ass (C`mon think fast now)Who want it? Pharoahe Monch, Mr. Complex you`ll think you fronted[Chorus][Mr. Complex]When I`m in a hot seat, I meet or greet or treat or eat the beatI bring heat to the beat, I talk sweet to the beatYou sweet bitch you belong on the beachI reach each and every motherfucker that I pucker to kiss a micNo matter who it be, want nothin to do with meEven if ya court me or ya dislike, I don`t battle a fistfightCheck my knuckles, see this one here?This is the one that`ll fuck you up real goodFeel it, feels like woodIf I wanna plant it, I stand slanted to get good leverageAnd you`ll be goin down like a cool beverageLike a Bahama Mama when the drama`s microscopicLike in a tall glass with little umbrellas from the tropicsNow what`s tropical is typical, the reciprocal of flippin youIs ah, you`ve been, flipped, now just watch you lipbut your nose is in the wayThrow ya foes away, there`s, no shows todayIs been closed for renovations, your flows have no innovationI could flip it in front of a crowd of cripples,and still get a standing ovation[Chorus]Gitcha hands up.. gitcha hands upGitcha hands up.. gitcha hands up{music to fade}

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