Woorden: Pharoahe Monch. Intro (rap).

Introducing, the star of the show
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Represent one time time time

May I have your attention, please, what you are about to hear
Is undoubtedly the most incredible MC of the year
No, no, no, no no wait no please no wait no listen, um
All that I wish to do is to display
A brand new rendition of style that I have

It'll only take a moment of your time, four minutes
Then it will be beneficial when it is replenished
But then again, you might never return to the shit
You're hearing on the radio, get burned

I have a dream, one day we will get to the promised land
Then the president will be me
The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli that's it
All whackness is now banned

Obtain access through rector scans
Voice verification enhancement, the man who moves his hand
And will motion light detect you
For genetic confirmation, DNA verification

Access pharoahe, codename 13
Residence south side, queens, armed and dangerous
Smack the nigga in the mouth stabbed his mother in the eyeball
I brawl like Mike Tys, in his prime

My advice you think twice before you grime
'Cause I'll wink once
(One time)
Your bitch is mine
'Cause she's feeling the flow best believe I'm drilling the hole
Heads high kill em wit the low

Revealing, chillin', filling up position to be killing the show
Stoppin' 'em on top feeling plus I'm grilling the dough
For a couple of million or so I'll be willing to blow
Pharoahe look up in the air and a million niggaz
Are feeling 'em on the low

Every syllable of mine is an umbilical cord through time
For the sick typical niggaz who choose to pick pitiful rhymes
Spit, shit it's more dimes to get
More higher levels of spirituality to reach and I'm trying to win

Refuse to lose, refuse to lose
Refuse to lose, refuse to lose