Pharoahe Monch — Get Down

{Not finished} [Intro: DJ Revolution] [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] Lyrical phenom, an enigma Light years and eons; beyond What you comprehend through modern day radio and television Servers, I pee on, like R-Kelly women In the limelight I’m primetime like Deion Through the fog I shine like X-5 Xenon Pharoahe Monch as a Sphinx Probably thinking more along the lines of Spinks like Leon I’m on some queen shit, (c’mon) I’m on some queen shit, (c’mon) You fuck around and get your faggot-ass spleen split When on the mic, I’m not the type to intervene wit’ Jamaican house pays the [?] I mean shit I slash half assed rappers in the face,] and leave deep gashes I’m Hot! Give me room to rock, I give heat rash This the beat bastards? The master flow Jurassic Walking over water and drinking forties on acid The masses know the name alone agreed to blast it in the brains Disastrous, leave them battered and flabbergasted Multiple clashes with a hazardous man Whose hand crafted rap thrashes theirs Your honor, I’ve seen past it My aura's like a vorous Rappers need a thesaurus Pharoahe put fire to that ass like menorahs And your chorus is bound to pull us Need to learn, it's my turn Niggas-a-need to get some burn like phosphorous [Hook: DJ Revolution] [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]