[Intro]
*Sounds of a baby crying*
*Pharoahe Monch whining*

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
God; why is it so difficult to get it through these niggas heads?
They can't fuck with me, I try to explain to them—they won't listen
Please, Lord; help me make them see
I scatter data that'll catapult a metaphor
The epiticle epilogue editor
Hey, hey, hey
Eaaase back, Whoooo is that, Getting up in your aaaaaass crack?
Ooohhhhh, shit
Say now; who you listen to?
Park your ass like municipal, invisible lyrics
Not difficult to understand, man
Spiritual, hit what you go, back-a-van
Lyricals aren't impossible
All opticals are not inside the plan
Let me see your hand
And if it does not have triple sixes in the palm
Do not be alarmed; I understand, man
My oracle waveband expand from the wasteland to San Fran
Enicidem fo nem eht

[Chorus]
You can not oppose me—God has chose me
To battle against evil and win
You can not oppose me—God has chose me
To do battle against all who sin
And even when I'm gone, my energy returns
To it's original form, thus must warn
(All humans who do not meet the required specifications for salvation will perish)
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