I'm on a higher plane with brain with a flame, feel the fire, desire the same.
For the weak who seek power it'll bring, infallible the power, knowledge is king.
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.
I never ever ran from the Ku Klux Klan, and I shouldn't have to run from a black man.
Acts of the devil revealed and reveled, designed to recline the mind to lower level.
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.