Who Sang Rape? Pharoahe Monch

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Release information
Release Date: 1999-10-19
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 2:35
turntable: DJ Total Eclipse
I'm obsessed
With multiple nude photographs of the beat in my room on the wall
Pondering the verses, fondling my balls and
Witness a ***** who will take rap and chase it
Through unoccupied dimly lit staircases and rape it
Grab the drums by the waistline {*DJ scratch*}
I snatch the kick, kick the snares and sodomize the bass line
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 ***** on the bridge
Ditch the body parts off somewhere near the crescendo
When my innuendos elapse my mental window attacks;
The instrumental elapses
Perhaps that's the only reason that I spared her life
You could solo my ****in' 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 ****in'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nothin'

Ain't ****in' it right, they ain't ****in' it right
They ain't ****in' it right, they ain't ****in' it right
They ain't ****in' it like me!

"Yes! Yes!"

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 (uh!)
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 crackin' a safe
What happens to bass? It was anistic, I would inhale eighths
Sniff that, sat her *** all over my face to taste it
To hell with 1980 remixes **** disco
Turned on the 3000, stuck my **** 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 gritty
Too many impotent emcees in this God forsaken city

Ain't ****in' her right, ain't ****in' her right
Ain't ****in' her like me!

Consider this (what?) Loops are similar to clitorises exposed
On your miss is a hole, a vicious cycle of sin!
That doesn't end 'til I stop ****in'
A million emcees and they ain't sayin' nothin'

Ain't ****in' it right, they ain't ****in' it right
They ain't ****in' it right, they ain't ****in' it right
They ain't ****in' it right, they ain't ****in' it right
They ain't ****in' it like me

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Behind Closed Doors
  • 3 Queens
  • 4 Rape
  • 5 Simon Says
  • 6 Official
  • 7 Hell
  • 8 No Mercy
  • 9 Right Here
  • 10 The Next Shit
  • 11 The Ass
  • 12 The Light
  • 13 God Send
  • 14 The Truth
  • 15 Simon Says (remix)