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

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

I was always talking about what I could and would do, and you would always make rhymes about the competion even though we werent thinking about competition.

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.

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

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.