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

My perspective is a lil different 'cus im from Manhattan .

Raise your hands in the air, pump your fists, and solemnly swear to rock the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

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

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 better wake up before it's too late, or they'll be doing your makeup down at the coroner's place.

Getting high off life is more than enough, and peer pressure ain't peer pressure when a boy is tough.