Behind Closed Doors
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Lyrics for Behind Closed Doors by Pharoahe Monch
Songwriters: Jamerson, Troy Donald
You comin' with the corn shit that get forwarded
Flip, knock the wall out
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
Even with doorknobs you couldn't handle this
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Third rock from the sun to me is only a pebble
Ex-marine you drag queen, we tag team
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Flip, knock the wall out
Like bitches lickin' clitoris in a porn flick
F'realla my killin' abilities unclean facilities
My exterior serene with the potential of a killin' machine
For more than military tactics obscene extreme confidential
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
Still I be packin' agilities unseen
My mic's equipped with laser sights so that the man'll miss
Way we choose to live scandalous
Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches
You should never in your wildest dreams
Never you Devils, my level's that of a high evolutionary rebel
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Raps that validated my ghetto credibility
The amateurs, bananas is the unanimous
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Exasperate the life of his man and then pack it up
Shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of Queens
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
I mace mics and then lace the bass with figures
Strong wicked, in the Lex on the celly
If she manages to damages, put her in bandages
To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit
Pharoahe's the host, the audience, and the motherfuckin' panelist
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out
What is a scorpion? A animal that stings, shit
Danger, niggaz is prone to clear the mall out
How I made it you salivated over my calibrated
Queens finest the alliance defiant we bag fiends
Now you gettin' fucked without the K-Y Jelly
Flip, knock the wall out
The fuck you lookin' in my face for nigga?
Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich
I'm like a bat with blood comin' out the wings
Behind closed doors we go to war, all out
Flip, knock the wall out
Decapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the truck

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