What Am I

[Pharoahe Monch]

You blink, I think with sincrinicity split my body multiplicity shit

Fifteen places at the same time speaking the gospel

The optical illusion or obstacle for institution

Of impossible word resusitation and execution,

Electricution!

[Priest]

Electricution, emergency broadcast beacon

Reachin' expand the bandwith stand beyond the abondened sycopius

Brimstone pullin' the esophagus dragon breathing apocolypse

[Pharoahe Monch]

Spit spit out shit shit get incredible responses

From these unearthly creatures and androdginistic monsters

Haunts the every move

[Priest]

Pattern, exorcist, excercise no discression when pressing the boundaries

Surrond the beat like street lights on nights with fights and latteral

battle moves

To all crews, emcees FREEZE (scratching)

[chorus]

What am I? What am I? What am I? [x13]

[Priest]

The acappella block rocker shocker

Off the top off the roof fly m.c. entity

[Sayyid: Talking]

Me proceed enslave fragment images enhanced by system of our compulsions

Transrciptions transparent as captivity communicate while emcees like

thoughts of thousand grains of sand!

[Priest]

The super soaker then choker, poker-face

straight hate treds stay red

Dead clouds brought back to life mic. majestic

Untested, destined

To rest among the best of the System Solar

North Polar controller of the mic. M.c. The Panet Laser

[Beans]

The first release quick! kick back the impact

Came in crush on contact knock out your contact when in combat

Called Combaticon causing wreckage pummeling carnage carnivorus to con

Anti to Pop then apply sauce then chomp

[Priest]

The to the break of your neck m.c

With the impact of a wrecking ball

to the back of the head Black rocker of rap

Don't look back on my optics

Times two highscore in Galaxian Axiom

Tracks but come more then many

Collision, precision, incision within your skull case

[Pharoahe Monch]

Necks twist turn off selective words

Play double effects you triple tapes flex and nerves

Revenge of the nerds

Seen in blurrs

Only the sound of words splurred

Now you remember when men get DIS-MEM-BERED

[SCRATCHING]

What couldn't I say about Emcees? [x2]

[Sayyid]

Every heart turning insult would be looked at praise for their demise

The bastard owed me his life

Look at everyone hide their celebration by sipping tears from rain

Champaigne glasses

I hope they are burried so deep

Even the worms and the maggots couldn't breathe!

[Chorus]

What am I? What am I? What am I? [x12]