Masters Of Illusion - Partnas Confused Lyrics

[Pharoahe Monch] "I'm so confused, I don't know what to do
I think I'm going insane"

[Chorus: Motion Man (Kool Keith)]
Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose)
Partners is soggy - they waterheads like Bobby
Partners is mildew - that's right
Partners confused (the mouse raps when they lose)
Partners is soggy - they waterheads like Bobby
Partners is mildew - that's right

[Kool Keith]
Rappers are weak they bullshit, talkin shit
They cadence is slow, them young kids are not equipped
Them handicapped raps get smacked back, in the wheelchair
Tuck in your anus piece, we catch crews with rectum grease
Hold down your fort, I'm veteran like Michael on the court
Baldhead swift slick make your wife wanna suck my dick
Rappers you know me, that keep it real shit is phony
No matter how much you smoke that weed, f*ck with dust
I'm in yo' central, you drive fakin in the rental
Frontin yo' back out, I leave you with yo' wack ass out
Rhymin in Lees, with boots on and Dungarees
Hosin yo' sneakers, you smell like shit by the speakers
I'm speakin peakin doin it {?} like a Puerto Rican
Executive master, work around your fat stomach
Exhale, expert, piss upon your Polo shirt
Combat comrade, take your f*ckin blue doo rag
No wave, no black, you just waste a can of Nu Nile
You need to regroup, wipe your ass for the new style
Crews with tests, I'm old, y'all "Young & the Restless"
I'm here with Motion, y'all niggaz rap in slow motion
Think you fast with thumbs stuck up in yo' tight ass

[Chorus]

[Motion Man]
Niggaz 4 cylinder, I'm V-12 and 101
My actions killin y'all, I monkey bitch your hoe's neck
She shows respect, she eats faggot both rap and coward
I smokes a zip, get them humans out the jungle f*ck 'em
They not equipped for these monkeys caged, throwin shit
Elephant grip, I'm snatchin rappers on the {?} by they ear
like I'm they moms, rusty lip, just spittin horrible
I gives advice, President's psychiatric worker
Clerical nurse, I bet your mother's husband rocks a purse
Niggaz confused, cause I got styles to choose
My style is to switches, to switch from bus stop to Rolls Royce
to mack to you bitches, switch from Rolls Royce to baseball bat
to smack up you snitches, switch from baseball bat to triple
{*censored*} niggaz, white sheet, blood spot, backhandin yo' momma
That bitch was late on the payment, I got no time for the drama
Nigga take care of home
Grown man's my style, my delivery serve
Small medium large to extra large to XXL
X-X-X-X-X-X to XXL
Smoke the XXL, live in XX hell
They think I'm extra excel, don't f*ck with light bulbs
with water valves we shock your ass well
I kick a Band-Aid for cuts

[Chorus]

[Motion Man] That's right

[scratched: "Huh, what?]

Motion Man, Kool Keith

[scratched: "Huh, what?"] "What?"