I be the Prince  mastermind of lyrical bomb threats
 green beret just to take it to the next
 lets  observe this worldwide  what's the status?
 lies alibis and racism is bustin at us
 so I dive take cover  pull out to bust back
 tight fisted rap type cat with fly shit on the map
 One of the most illustrious emcees livin wit' ya
 styles hoping that it'll fit ya
 Sit ya down peep my intergalactic type sound
 with a little common sense and some soul
 while the punding of stress builds it's time to prove
 Attica Blues from the Dept, collect mine's cos I already paid my dues
 Uhh, emerging up from teh Organized dungeon
 keeping this shit tender, from New York to London
 plunge in mega-knowledge and dept gets swept
 for lunging at a ground layer, player, now Monche is bringing the drums
 in, uhh.

 Second Verse: Pharoahe Monch

 Who flips in to two dimensions
 turning poison dipped razors
 at foes, and crews who choose to NOT pay dues
 those niggas that act up in my scenery, cinema
 why when I'm a nigga that's eminent
 in size like tenement buildings, plus sky scrapers fly
 but Pharoe does not stick to fly paper
 I, Aeon fluctuate
 way beyond points of vanishing, vanishing emcees
 managing rhymes that are damaging space time continuums
 continually I collect emcees as ornaments
 in rememberance of those once defeated in rap tournaments.

 Sample:
 

 Woman:
 "From paper to pen, from pen to...."

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