Behind Closed Doors

By Pharoahe Monch

On Internal Affairs

Released on October 19, 1999

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[Chorus]

Behind closed doors we go to war – all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out

Which, to fall out, snitch

Switch to out-of-bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger – niggas is prone to clear the mall out

Behind closed doors we go to war – all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out

Which, to fall out, snitch

Switch to out-of-bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger – niggas is prone to clear the mall out


[Verse 1]

What is a scorpion? An animal that stings

Shit... I'm like a bat, with blood coming out the wings

You should never in your wildest dreams

Shit on a nigga who resides in the borough of Queens

Strong, wicked, in the Lex, on a celly

Now you getting fucked without the K-Y Jelly

How I made it, you salivated over my calibrated

Raps that validated my ghetto credibility

Still, I be packing agilities unseen

For real-a, my killing abilities un-clean facilities

For more than inter-military tactics I'm seen, extreme confidential

My exterior serene, with the potential of a killing machine

Ex-Marine, you drag queen, we tag-team

Queens' finest, the alliance defiant, we bag fiends

The fuck you looking in my face for, nigga?

I mace mics and then lace the bass with figures


[Chorus]

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich

To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger, niggas is prone to clear the mall out

Behind closed doors we go to war, all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out rich

To fall out snitch to switch to out of bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger, niggas is prone to clear the mall out


[Verse 2]

Decapitate his ass, smack him, slap him in the back of the trunk

Exasperate the life of his mans and then pack it up

Cut off his hands and send his girl multiple finger sandwiches

If she manages to do damages, put her in bandages

The amateurs; bananas is the unanimous way, we choose to live scandalous

Even with doorknobs you couldn't handle us

Pharoahe's the host, the audience, and the motherfucking panelist

My mic's equipped with laser sights, so that command'll miss

Never, you Devils; my level's that of a high evolutionary rebel

Third rock from the Sun to me is only a pebble

You coming with the corn shit

That get forwarded like bitches licking clitoris in a porn flick


[Chorus]

Behind closed doors we go to war – all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out

Which, to fall out, snitch

Switch to out-of-bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger – niggas is prone to clear the mall out

Behind closed doors we go to war – all out

Heroes turn bitch and have to crawl out

Which, to fall out, snitch

Switch to out-of-bounds shit

Flip, knock the wall out

Danger – niggas is prone to clear the mall out