[pharoahe monch]   Yo, it's the verbal assult weapon with words uncanny   You can fool me but I cannot fuck with rudy gulliani   Press the panic button, shit it's the schizophranic, can it   I can kill it from the west coast to the atlantic   Nowadays it seems it's hard to maintain   Can't take the stress, yes god, I'm going insane   If you can fill my veins say "yes"   If you can feel the pain say "stress"   Pharoahe, I possess the skills to bring it to yor chest   With lyrics and manifestation for the entire nation   With his excellency prince standing next to me   And especially extra p on the sp   12 zero zero, I stand tall and be a hero   In times of stress, the pharoahe won't fess      Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 16x)      [large professor]   Now nothing ain't deeper than having to throw a nigga in the sleeper   Don't stress, and take that shit from large profess   Cause I be on the train trying to maintain   Getting lower than the whole while the record man gain   And it make me want to sting somebody, with the shottie   Cause I can't relate to living less than great   So I while I make a fat beat to eat   Some of my mans from john ball high school are sleeping in the street   That stress shit is ill, if you let it, it will   Having your ass on the staircase smoking a scrill   Never that for me, nigga my name's extra p   I can't afford to be stressed the fuck out in '93   Or '94, cause everybody knows my solution   To being stressed is looking at the front door      Crush, kill, destroy, stress (repeat 8x)      [prince poetry]   God knows I can't take this stress   Working my fingers to the bone, my middle fingers for all you rap singers   Not representing your hood   I stroll through the projects giving niggas dap cause my respect's good   Verbal assassinator, sharp with the tounge, I come   Out of my pockets to fulfill a wish before another brother   And another one, that you're looking for   Mr. bigot, officer, I'm legit, now can you dig it?    Hey lady, I don't want your pocketbook, my black ass   Don't like my ass black? I'd rather cross the street leaving a stupid look   On your grill, spark a phil, parlay   ? hosey toe? in the spot, call up ? concay?    Extra large profess, give the rest of the old funk   So what I left the rhyme on the dresser   My man dy-lou, he's in this, rest in peace, you're in here   ? reckapice? you be the daddy, God knows you're in there   Sincere's the queer cause the east is representing   Baby doll, prince is my name, shit's real, so listen