You better wake up before it's too late, or they'll be doing your makeup down at the coroner's place.

Pharoahe Monch is like an eloquent linguistics professor moonlighting as a rhyme serial killer terrorist, challenging the listeners' I.Q. while daring him or her to keep up.

I never ever ran from the Ku Klux Klan, and I shouldn't have to run from a black man.

In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.

The five senses are all correlated, the sixth and seventh is how you elevate it.

I didn't know at the time that the energy that I was giving off was like a battle Emcee.

The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.