This Is Our Thing

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] 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 [Hook: Phil G] 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 [Verse 2: Sadat X] 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 [Hook]