Thursday, September 27, 2012

Pharoahe Monch - Damage

Pharoahe Monch is working on his new album “PTSD” and ‘Damage’ is the third and final installment of his songs from a bullet’s perspective.

Damage Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They cock them hammers, wave them llamas
But that’s that in front of the camera drama
So when the cameras are attached to dollys, I call them dali lama’s
Mold me, loathe, hold me in the palm of your hand load me

You know exactly what I am, murderer!
When I’m inserted on to the top of fifteen family members
It’s the curse of the proverbial anarchy starter the martyr
This is what I have been converted to do what I do is insanity
Pro fo fo fanity when they manually hammer me annually

You dont figitty phase me yo, I won’t tigitty tase you bro
Figgity fucking cut you in half like it’s nothing minus the laser scope
Then I will ring your bell like Avon
Before displaying some of my various tattoos (Trayvvon)
(Oscar) award winning (Aiyana Jones) hey (Sean)
Sworn to be cannon fodder for your father slaughter daughters
Armor peircing tumblers more deadlier than napalm

Fuck a stray bullet, I take aim when the gun draws
For ever lasting fame I will maim those who change the gun laws
Cause post traumatic stress disorder — ask any vet I’ve worked with
My purpose catching bodies like safety nets at the circus…

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