The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.
I was thinking as I bent over to receive my injection, next time I'm gonna use protection.
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.
Now you're selling out, the devil sold a dream and you bought it without thinking about. How the beast will decrease the brain wave, with material thoughts from the crib to the grave.