Jan 10, 2020 Y'all know the name Pharoahe f---in' Monch, ain't a d--- thing changed You all up in ya Range and s---, inebriated Strayed from your original plan, you deviated I alleviated the pain with long-term goals Took my underground loot, without the gold You sold platinum 'round the world, I sold wood in the hood But when I'm in the street and s---, it's all good I'm soon to motivate a room, control the game like Tomb Raider Rock, clock dollars, flip tips like a waiter Block shots, style's greater, let my lyrics anoint If you holding up the wall, then you missin' the point