Evolve

[Intro: Sampled news stories] Desperate wait for those in a desperate situation Homeless and hungry Having stands displaced, reliant upon aid [?] disaster may be unfolding right now It has been hit by a [?] earthquake [Verse: Pharaohe Monch] Yes, how many gorillas who actually killers really rhyming? Artists that actually signed still killing? And when it comes to killing the mic, they're not willing And I'm supposed to be shook? That's the shit that kill me Take the bullet for Barack on the balcony, then vanish Extinguish the sun when I drool, play pool with the planets We are renegades, the movement outlandish My shit straight from the soul, goddammit It's the one time only, vernacular original Miraculous spectacular flow, computer digital I piss upon the pitiful, ridicule the minuscule Pharoahe Monch need to park that ass like municipal And listen to an enigma The anomaly, your momma nominated me phenomenal I dominated without a six-pack abdominal You could get 19 put through that, like Amadou So what I'ma do is separate the false from the truest You've amassed nothing trying to ball like U-Mass So phenomenal with mics, I don't like myself Sadomasochist MC, I bite myself (Ow!) But not cameo though, there's no Grammy to show For the love that people hand me on the street, now overstand Grade school mathematics, examining thugs They discuss Bloods, Crips, techs, jammin' and drugs I speak of world peace, war, famine, and flood Watching Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood If God shall choose that artist to be me Let one verse of a song be a reflection of a pedigree Better than your back catalog recipe The legacy by which the entire world remembers me Quote, do not edit me; let it be said I'm top five all time (Alive or...) We know that's misstated and so overused So here's an overview of why I'm six feet over you And a million fans think this statement is so overdue And pardon if it sounds a little wheezy Not Wayne, motherfuckers, I got asthma; it's not easy Shotgun lyrical; cock back, squeeze me Women case my anatomy; touch me, tease me Please seize the moment in the struggle against Lucifer Renegade 13, the Executioner Spit with a crucifix So that you can expect a rant from Pharoahe Monch like Mucinex Get used to it, get used to wisdom Get used to usage of a backward euphemism