Evolve Lyrics - W.a.r. (we Are Renegades) - Pharoahe Monch

Yes, how many gorillas who actually killas really rhyming 

Artists that actually signed still killing 

And when it comes to killing the mic 

They not willing and I'm supposed to be shook 

That's the shit that kill me 

Take the bullet for Barack on the balcony and vanish 

Extinguish the sun when I drew 

Play pool with the planets 

We are renegades, the movement outlandish 

My shit straight from the soul 

God damn it, it's the one time only 

Vernacular original miraculous spectacular flow 

Computer digital, I piss upon the pitiful 

Ridicule the minuscule 

Pharoahe Monch need to pump that ass like municipal 

And listen to an enigma 

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The anomaly your momma nominated me phenomenal 

I dominated without a 6-pack abdominal 

You could get 19 put through that like Amadou 

So what I'ma do is separate the false from the truest 

You've amassed nothing trying to ball like U Mass 

So phenomenal with mics I don't like myself 

Sadomasochist MC, I bite myself but not cameo though 

There's no Grammy to show for the love 

That people hand me on the street, now over stand 

Grade school mathematics examining thugs 

They discuss bloods, crips, techs, jamming and drugs 

I speak of world peace, war, famine, and flood 

Watching Pan's Labrynth while I'm unraveling bud 

Gambling on the next rapper to die in the hood 

If God shall choose that artist to be me 

Let one verse of a song be a reflection of a pedigree 

Better than your back catalogue recipe 

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The legacy by which the entire world remembers me 

Quote, do not edit me, let it be said, I'm top 5, all time alive 

Or we know that's misstated and so overused 

So here's a overview of why I'm 6 feet over you 

And a million fans think this statement is so overdue 

And pardon if it sounds a little wheezy 

Not Wayne, motherfuckers I got asthma, it's not easy 

Shotgun lyrical; cock back, squeeze me 

Women case my anatomy, touch me, tease me 

Please seize the moment in the struggle against Lucifer 

Renegade 13, the Executioner, spit with a crucifix 

So that you can expect the rant from Pharoahe Monch like Mucinex 

Get used to it, get used to wisdom 

Get used to usage of a backward euphemism