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.

Once you understand that there's a spiritual math, add soul to the science and subtract the riff-raff. 24-7-365, cause 9 to 5 ain't alive.

I was always talking about what I could and would do, and you would always make rhymes about the competion even though we werent thinking about competition.

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.

You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue.