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