Goats Head

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Please excuse me, baby, but I know I've been gone a long time It's hard for me to pay these bills (It's pretty hard), it's difficult for me to write these rhymes But I think a time has come for me to man up Will the real goat now please stand up? Hands up (Hands up), hands up (Hands up) [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] See, rumor has it that I use the F-word a lot Fuck you, shut the fuck up And also Scorpios like to F a lot Screw you, what the fuck? They can't fuck with the gear or the outer wig My whole New York steez are fucked outta here New bars to bang my bear rocks This year we gon' take it all the way to the top With an entirely new fucking plan This year I'ma be the fucking man, huh Rap circles around your mind, that's profound rap You shouldn't respond or try to wrap your mind around that These artists are like mirrors, gross You all resemble my pupils when I look really close They pop pills and use syrup I use syrup to pill, pickpockets and pop toast and I Cut the goat's head off and show the planet Cut the goat's head off and view it panoramic Cut the goat's head off, set off a whole new topic About the top-five anti-satanic [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Please excuse me, baby, but I know I've been gone a long time It's hard for me to pay these bills (It's pretty hard), it's difficult for me to write these rhymes But I think a time has come for me to man up Will the real goat now please stand up? Hands up (Hands up), hands up (Hands up) [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Vomit methodical gospel, agnostic apostle Pop shit and kick two Chinese chop sticks through your nostrils Stand ten feet tall Reading Rumi in the room, it's not really roomy at all Handmade tales of truth, never tales of grandeur The master of ceremonies, the handmaids' commander Slaying these serpents twice, especially if it still slithers Morph a singer into a duck, just before I hang 'em I burn 'em at the stake, until its bill withers Sleep with a pair of dimes that don't mind that they time split Plus they promote me too, that's the paradigm shift Juxtaposition is that opulence is limited Women offering me top 'cause I'm popular with the penmanship Got ice on my watch like an undocumented immigrant So I doctored the dockets so that the document could benefit I'm begging you please, no more slow-mo No more free promo here, my nigga, that's a no-no For rappers with the sheer audacity to ask a verse is pro bono They never had a clue, that's on the low though Always had a motherfucking hunch, quasimoto [Outro: Pharoahe Monch] Please excuse me, baby, but I know I've been gone A long, long, long, long time Don't know if I'll ever be back again, nah You need to love me (Love me), love me, (Love me) Love me, (Love me), love me, ohhh [Outro 2] Stop the music, stop the music What's the matter, you need more oil? No, that beast, he's checking us out