Released: April 22, 2014

Songwriter: Pharoahe Monch

Producer: M-Phazes

{Not finished}

[Intro: DJ Revolution]

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Lyrical phenom, an enigma
Light years and eons; beyond
What you comprehend through modern day radio and television
Servers, I pee on, like R-Kelly women
In the limelight I’m primetime like Deion
Through the fog I shine like X-5 Xenon
Pharoahe Monch as a Sphinx
Probably thinking more along the lines of Spinks like Leon
I’m on some queen shit, (c’mon) I’m on some queen shit, (c’mon)
You fuck around and get your faggot-ass spleen split
When on the mic, I’m not the type to intervene wit’
Jamaican house pays the [?] I mean shit
I slash half assed rappers in the face,] and leave deep gashes
I’m Hot!
Give me room to rock, I give heat rash
This the beat bastards?
The master flow Jurassic
Walking over water and drinking forties on acid
The masses know the name alone agreed to blast it in the brains
Disastrous, leave them battered and flabbergasted
Multiple clashes with a hazardous man
Whose hand crafted rap thrashes theirs
Your honor, I’ve seen past it
My aura's like a vorous
Rappers need a thesaurus
Pharoahe put fire to that ass like menorahs
And your chorus is bound to pull us
Need to learn, it's my turn
Niggas-a-need to get some burn like phosphorous

[Hook: DJ Revolution]

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

Pharoahe Monch

Troy “Pharoahe Monch” Jamerson is a near-universally loved and respected underground rapper. He released three extremely well-regarded albums with the duo Organized Konfusion in the 1990’s, including the classic The Extinction Agenda

Since the group’s demise, he’s released several fantastic albums' worth of boom-bap beats (occasionally with a gospel touch, as on 2007’s Desire), dense wordplay, political musings, military metaphors, and thoughts on the state of radio and today’s hip-hop ( he doesn’t like it very much)