MOG

Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go
And I blind 'er with original rhyme shit
Pharoahe Monch blows shows
My shit busts like Busta Rhymes
From Long Beach to Boston

Y'all just can't see me like Matt Murdoch
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

One for the money, two for the show
Clinically approved for you to move your behind with
Do you need to be reminded now?
Put 'em up, it's that, let's go
Let's go, line 'em up, light it up
Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime shit
Singular, not plural
One for the money, two for the show
I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid

M O N C H, M O N C H
On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes
They research my stem cells, clone ten of me
Let's go, line it up, light it up
Show them how we rock
Fire it up, wire me up, let it blow
You and your sidekick get rid of that whack trio
Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me
That clammy tote, but they rap lackluster shine
Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah

Quirk ass MC's be as queer as folk
Fire sixteen bars, wireless communication, let's go
Get up, how we rock
You need to get loose to the heat of produce
Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah
Timeless are world girls who get inspired with Pharoahe
Fire it up, wire me up, let it blow
Y’all know the name, let’s go
I freeze MC's zero degrees below
Everythin' you represent is immoral

Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah
One for the money, two for the show
Now that's new definition to 'Your Own Worst Enemy'

Show them how we rock
Show them how we roll, yeah, yeah

Sniffin' lines of coke, that's all she wrote
Your chicks text us like Dallas and Austin
Stick 'em up, it's that, get 'em up, it's that
And any line of mine is criminal mind
Stop Pharoahe Monch from havin' verbal epiphanies
You use sex to sell, bring your Nextel to Sprint
I glisten man, stop snitchin' man
Get up, how we rock
Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go
Talkin' about, “Nigga can rap”, no shit, Sherlock

Fire it up, wire me up, let it blow
Hallelujah, Pharoahe marchin' to ya
Let's go, line 'em up, light it up
The M O N C H, y'all know the name
My rhymes pop like them nines
I spark tireless illumination