[Verse 1: 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 repetition, 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 blow 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 flaw
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
'Cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war
[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
I drop, smash and cause a damage equivalent to a hydrogen bomb
Raidin' villages like a poetical soldier in Vietnam
Poetry releasin' deadly gasses
Bodies deteriorating as they stalk past the fatal acids
As a rebel of rap, I stop
Load the Luger as I maneuver with precaution
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 walk as a prisoner of war
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 repetition, 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 blow 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 flaw
Rhymes are for sure as an attack
'Cause they adapt to combat for the prisoners of war
[Verse 2: Prince Poetry]
I drop, smash and cause a damage equivalent to a hydrogen bomb
Raidin' villages like a poetical soldier in Vietnam
Poetry releasin' deadly gasses
Bodies deteriorating as they stalk past the fatal acids
As a rebel of rap, I stop
Load the Luger as I maneuver with precaution
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 walk as a prisoner of war
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