[Pharoahe Monch]
Comin ahh, comin ahh
I'm comin like a redneck trucker!

Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it
Face the bass; crumb you RUN when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap individual style

piles up, like drug cases in Queens
Country Criminal Court, shorty, step back
^!$$% you oughta watch it, my whole herd's packin

!#@* rappin, let's take it to the corner of the block
and battle with the (techs) and the (glocks)
But if you would like it to the stage and mic it

C'mon dere, that's how I like it, UHH
Hit me in the face why don't ya
Prince Po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll

Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a rhythm I whip it
Then I take it's name and change it's religion
Then I chop the foot off the $#&@in beat

for trying to escape the track, now it's obsolete
That's just the state of mind that I'm in when I...


[Chorus]

I, I used to play beats on the lunchroom table

This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my MIND
Thus allowing me to CLIMB and then SHINE
This is a process that will occur in DUE TIME

Bust, everything I thrust is activated
Styles I file are not decaffinated, I'm rough
Tougher than Tonka, why I even electrify the sky

as if I was Blanka
Kids follow me and my Phillies like Willy Wonka
Silly, I $$#ault and conquer, the cult and brainwash

and squash your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are rituals
So I say mother$#&@er, (*##$-ass and glock to spark brain cells

Not to sell units, you know
They say mother$#&@er, (*##$-ass and glock
for the periodical table of contents symbol AU

Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin

Then I'm proceedin up the block with Prince Po, renegade
Raps shatter shows like grenades
I rip your %#@! like Sinead when I...


[Chorus]


Pa-pa-pa power power, AUGH, I got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be back in an hour
with some more fat %#@!, I tell your empty mind

Teachin I'm kickin the poor black %#@! now
La-Di-Da, I flip it La-Di
Live at a Mardi Gras, or even at a party

Give me Bacardi (hah) I smoke blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps I wanna pump em full of *BLAM*
I never ask the crowd to "Jump"

I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind
Flippin it for the masses, kickin a lot of $$#es
The M-O-N-C-H-E I drink, forties of brew

with the crew that rolls deeper than the Mediterranean
HERE COMES THE RAIN AGAIN!
Flowin on my head like a memory, now I got energy

That's for the enemies, that's in the industry
who don't wanna be friends with me, I say $#&@ em
Suck my dick, from the back

with a crazy straw, you lazy !@^%
Do that %#@! to make a dick expand but whatcha did
No chief, no heads

Mooley, what am I an $$#hole?

[Prince Poetry]

Asshole!
What am I?... AHH! UHH! MMM, HAH!