[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 n***a, 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