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 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      I drop, smash and causin' 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 acid   As a rebel of rap, I stop, load the Luger   As I maneuver with the caution as I verbally counter attack   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      Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap   Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic   Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum   I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em      A breakdown, poetical shakedown   Fifty-two, pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown   The ammo to keep the people steppin'   Breakin' open the vault because I'm like a verbal assault weapon      I'm mathematical, acrobatical   Attack the wack, take rap to the maximum   You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style   That I brung out of faint, air must come out my mouth      Where I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere   Take a good look at what's happening here   On the microphone, I'm rappin'   Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up, breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'      The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym   All beware to prepare for the guillotine   Rhymes go express, expert, extreme   Be up to par with wisdom and intellect      Detaching one's head directly from one's neck   Still I've been illing and drilling your brain   Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure   When I rhyme for the prisoners of war      There is strength in my mentalbolism, brains to spare   Upon info, knowledge, data, greater aspects   Affects my future environment, so in the event   I drop science to suit ya, uproot ya, hunt ya down      Verbally attackin' from the ground up to intellectually shoot ya   Lurkin' through the shadows of darkness, shots fired   The spark hits the trees releasin' lyrical ammo   While I camoflouge in the flash of my stature      Mentally cease MC's, that be surrounded I capture   And enemy lines are crushed, bumrushed   And plus your government officials are corrupted   'Cause they're down with us, poetical rebels on a rampage      Of wrecked dialects, blown lyric projects   Heat is scopin' you through my infrared twenty-twenty   Scope lens steppin' upon base that's when the   Organized Konfusion massacre begins with a blast      Never will an intruder approach   'Cause they will never ever last   'Cause the task is total termination   Poetry and the Pharoahe starts as the revelation