I'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.

I stayed away from drugs, I never smoked a pipe. When I wanna get high, I smoke the mic. I never did white lines, I only write lines, and I ain't sniffin' nothing but the vapors from hype rhymes.

I don't write, I build a rhyme.

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'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.

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

My romantically favorite era is 78, 79 listening to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 4, the live tapes, echo chamber and break beats.