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 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.

The lack of facts holds you back. The odds are stacked against a weak mind.

The five senses are all correlated, the sixth and seventh is how you elevate it.

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

Any man without a woman is incomplete, and vice-versa she's obsolete.

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