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.

Following rulers instead of prophets, the wicked can rule you, but the knowledge can stop it.

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

In Manhattan, and its true on some level till this day; its a whole different mentality from the Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens, which I didn't know at the time - because you basically just know your neighborhood.

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.

Your mouth smells like my jock strap.