[Pharoahe Monch]

I stand here before the forces of evil with a style

The poetically God gifted child

Bringin forth the story of a lyrical soldier

Blessed to manifest in the eyes of the beholder

Words of wisdom never abuse the lines

they increase as I release a phrase like a uzi 9

from the larynx

Shot in repitition words never heard before

but still the rendition of rap will enable me to attack

from dawn to dusk, for liberation

Driven I will never give in to interrogation

The rank, given to me, the Pharoahe

Cause every bro flows like a crossbow

Equipped to pierce your soul with a poison-tip arrow

Any man wearing a blindfold can be misled

but wise are the ones with the eyes in the backs of the head

Here's the key to unlock the door:

Imagine a poet without poetical form

Rhymes are for sure as an attack

cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war

[Prince Poetry]

I drop smash and causin damage equivalent

to a hy-drogen bomb, raidin villages like

a poetical soldier in Vietnam, Poetry

releasin deadly gasses, bodies deteriorating

as they stalk past the fatal acid

As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger

as I manuever with the caution as I verbally counterattack

Striking like a mad sniper cause I'm the type of

hyperactive viper to wipe away the enemy with no remedy

cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me

You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin me

cause I'm a glock 9 that will rock your mind

Distortin it, shorten your brainwaves

as the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times

Don't sleep cause I creep attackin from the side

that is blind, therefore I gotta be hard to the core

And I