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.
Following rulers instead of prophets, the wicked can rule you, but the knowledge can stop it.
Raise your hands in the air, pump your fists, and solemnly swear to rock the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Learn your past, find your path.
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.