[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
You are in need of deliverance from discriminative images
And unusual amounts of musical carcinogens

Here's an adrenaline boost with 'Cillin and booth cinnamon
Stop vegetatin', ##&*%$l c!@#^s (No venison)
That is V for victory, averbally indicative of why I haven't been inundated

%#@!, I demonstrated before that, I see the beat as a !@$%oris
And my tongue as the stimulation that's vibrating from slow to vigorous
It moves with the finesse and the smoov-ness

Even inside the grooves of a record
Check it, check it again
And check the metaphors, make sure they're makin' sense and then

TwitPic it like courtside Knicks tickets
Gifted with algorithms, terrific with quantum physics
Merciless with the words, your verses are quite horrific

And poor morally, I never support 'em
Caught 'em in the Port Authority off guard and fought 'em orally
Renegade 13, who want W.A.R.?

At three o' clock in the mornin'
My spawn escaping the grips of Satan, my supremacy is Bourne
My identity is Jason

Which you are now currently hearing, I recite it in verbatim
No ultimatum, played 'em, laid 'em out on the curb
Made 'em wait before I slayed 'em when I served 'em with the verbs


[Verse 2: Prince Po]
Clever and pretty young girl, caught up in the zone

Trapped in the jaws of poverty, drug abuse in the home
Three BFFs already pregnant, her every move is alone
Seventeen and battered with thoughts of getting to put two in the dome

Stressed and ready to just end it, suspended in disgrace
Hate her descender, her faith heavily contended
Bend it over backwards, rend it, lower it to, even to extend it [?]

Like a ninja on a binge for vengeance
Man!
Grabbed the stash and cash and ran away

Thought she had to mash [?] professin' out of the gate
Two and a half days later she'll be in the land of hate
The big city is full of dreams, but you gon' learn today

Jumped on the bus, cap low, yo she blended quickly
Ended by a vacation, parking lot attendant
Waving a Mets pendant, soul crying, lying like a remnant

So tiring, so inspiring it feels to be implemented
No guidance, but her science refused to stay down
But wait!

Everybody knows you don't go play how it's time to shake
The service is the verse, but first, with time to break
Bust violently, it's pulling in the gate

Strolling through the terminal, [?] dudes outside the [?] mate
Got up in the air, painted a picture looking great
Not she's out there on the stroll, lost, #~!!@ on a plate

With demented sickness, substituting cookies for the cake