Lust is weak desire. A woman without a good head on her shoulders is nothing but a piece of meat.

For the weak who seek power it'll bring, infallible the power, knowledge is king.

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

Lust is weak desire. A woman without a good head on her shoulders is nothing but a piece of meat.

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.

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 was thinking as I bent over to receive my injection, next time I'm gonna use protection.