Pharoahe Monch - Same Shit Different Toilet (ft. Styles P & Marco Polo) - Lyrics
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When you see Styles P and Pharoah Monch on the same billing, it's clear that the situation is about to get real.
Two of the game's most consistent lyricists, the "My Life" duo have once again connected for another collaboration, this time titled "Same Shit Different Toilet." Bringing veteran rapper Marco Polo for good measure, the trio step up in the face of police brutality and systemic anti-black racism, unwavering in their dedication to fighting injustice.
Taking to a grimy drum-line and intimidating piano riff, Pharoahe kicks things off with a verse lined with striking imagery.
"They burning crucifixes on my lawn again, they want to hang a n***a like an ornament," he raps.
"It's tormenting mourning over yesterday still yawning inside of a tournament I can't win, good morning!" Styles P slides through effortlessly, reinforcing his position as one of rap's realest.
"Same shit different toilet, can't call it, long line of alcoholics in the fam," he raps, setting up a complex rhyme scheme.
"My man gave me work, and I sat up on the strip and got knocked, a long line of homies in the can." Pharoahe Monch - Same Shit Different Toilet (ft.
Styles P & Marco Polo) Lyrics.
They’re burning crucifixes on my lawn again They wanna hang a nigga like an ornament It’s tormenting, mourning over yesterday Still yawning inside of a tournament I can’t win, “Good Morning!” Shot gun blast passed by my head “I’m a man I tell you, I’m a man” I said Push my daughter and my wife in the closet And slid my son up under the bed Filled the Smith & Wesson with lead Looked in the mirror and said “breathe! now c’mon, breathe!” I’m bout to bring 6 Klansmen to their knees A cold story that my old man told me "if you’re wondering why I hold so much pent up hostility inside of my soul and the memories still mold me Just take a glimpse into the mind of an OG Underneath the Oak-tree in the shade where I hang at That's the same spot my great gran used to hang at." Marco Polo