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