[Hook]
Rock- rock on with your bad self

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Coming-uh, coming-uh
I'm comin' like a redneck trucker!
Watch your back *screech* you can't steer it
Face the bass drum, you run when you hear it
It's the most incredible rap, individual style
Piles up like drug cases in Queens
County Criminal Court, shorty, step back
N***a you oughta watch it, my whole herd's packin'
Fuck rappin', let's take it to the corner of the block
And battle with the {TECs} and the {Glocks}
But if you'd like it to the stage and mic it
C'mon dere, that's how I like it, uh!
Hit me in the face, why don't ya
Prince Po will hunt ya and puncture your voodoo doll
Pharoahe, I'm no slave to a rhythm, I whip it
Then I take its name and change its religion
Then I chop the foot off the fuckin' beat
For trying to escape the track, now it's obsolete
That's just the state of mind that I'm in when I...

[Hook]
Rock- rock on with your bad self
[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
I- I used to play beats on the lunchroom table
This it really enables me to stay stable inside of my mind
Thus allowing me to climb and then shine
This is a process that will occur in due time
Bust, everything I thrust is activated
Styles I file are not decaffeinated, I'm rough
Tougher than Tonka, why I even electrify the sky
As if I was Blanka
Kids follow me and my Phillies like Willy Wonka
Silly, I assault and conquer, the cult and brainwash
And squash your little minds with rhymes
Rhymes that are rituals
So I say motherfucker, bitch-ass and Glock to spark brain cells
Not to sell units, you know
They say motherfucker, bitch-ass and Glock
For the periodical table of contents symbol Au
Hey you, you can't deny when I bust caps, the whole block scatters
Scraps of matter shatter, mad glass and what not
Crazy medical attention is needed to make a cop stop bleedin'
Then I'm proceedin' up the block with Prince Po, renegade
Raps shatter shows like grenades
I rip your shit like Sinead when I...

[Hook]
Rock- rock on with your bad self
[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]
Pa-pa-pa power power, ugh, I got the power
Gimme a pen and a pad I'll be back in an hour
With some more fat shit, I tell ya, MC Monchichi
I'm kickin' the po' black shit now
La-Di-Da, I flip it La-Di
Live at a Mardi Gras, or even at a party
Give me Bacardi, (hah) I smoke blunts
Stunts I wanna hump, chumps, I wanna pump 'em full of *gunshot*
I never ask the crowd to jump
I kick a rhyme, that ask-es you to use your mind
Flippin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses
The M-O-N-C-H-E, I drink forties of brew
With the crew that rolls deeper than the Mediterranean
Here comes the rain again!
Flowin' on my head like a memory, now I got energy
That's for the enemies, that's in the industry
Who don't wanna be friends with me, I say fuck 'em
Suck my dick from the back
With a crazy straw, you lazy whore
Do that shit to make a dick expand but whatcha did
No teeth, no hands
Moolie, what am I an asshole?

[Prince Poetry]
Asshole!
What am I?...
Ahh! Uhh! Mmm, hah!