This Is Our Thing - Sadat X, Pharoahe Monch, Phil G.

I will never spit on a Mantan jam

But damn, Pharoahe’s that nigga though

Slam these bitches like Bam Bam Bigelow

Critically acclaimed, physically main

Literally the shit -- you the shitstain

I spit insane, get brain, you switch lanes

You itch-bay made, I flip lames like Judo

Or karate, then slow it down like promethazine

King Musabi from Queens

In fact, Queens' Idi Amin

Fuck Serato, for wax and CDs I fiend

Escalate like Schindler, elevate like Otis

Minus the mescaline

If you questioning who the GOAT is

Focus on where you vocal to note I’m the most devoted

Nobody’s equivalent, more quoted

Pharoahe’s the lowest

Common denominator when I’m rhyming

In fact, I’m the quotient

This is our way

This is everything we are

This is our place

You could never get involved, this is our thing

This is our dream

Legacy is what I leave for my offspring

Walking with my head held high

Educated, I could build with the Gods

Plus I got that fly delivery

Don’t ever be surprised that they feeling me

Keep your eye on the sparrow

Keep your eye on the Pharoahe

More bone-crushing than marrow

The Menace cousin Harold

The Bradys Tom and Carol

Hades def apparel

Jump the falls in a barrel

The cowboy is ending now, boy

The when and how, boy

The off-roaded, decoded by none

«Girlies, rub your titties» was said by son

Chop the head then it’s done, no bread by the gun

More enormous than Pun

In human form, it’s the one

Through the light stress, life vest, tight chest breathing

I’m good, you believing

I should keep achieving

Pull something from the sleeve and brought it out on rainy days

Like green granny haze

Expands from my grays, demands better days

Your mans love the phrase

Plan, never phase

Fried, bouillabaisse

Fricasseed or sauteed

Chef Roble

Glad y’all stayed, let the beat slay

Born on the day that Mary prayed

Y’all know what she made -- the modern Jesus

We too made Caesar