| Speaking of this artform, the slang is dangerous |
| MC’s are like sperm cells, a gang of us |
| Fighting to reach the egg, biting and lose a leg |
| Odds are like 1 to 10 million, the kin thread |
| One from a thousand speaks in his own voice |
| The other 999, imitates without choice |
| They never even knowing it, until the going gets rough |
| You see the Amplified Sample I’m throwing with |
| I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens |
| See the rockets red glare like the guns when clapping |
| They still cage matching MC’s thats scrapping |
| Not the UFC, but my opponent is tapping |
| So don’t let a little bit of fear turn to hatred |
| I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred |
| Also stop this uncalled for behavior |
| Insipid back cats, they lack taste and flavor |
| Got word from the wise to let it drop |
| Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop |
| Because regardless to whom or what, even the door shut |
| I’m giving 'em straight raw, you bringing them all cut |
| Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop |
| Raps so out of shape and far from tip top |
| Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels |
| Dictators next to rebels, and Gods against devils |
| No time for backwards thinking, let’s think ahead |
| If you want to sleep when you awake then make your bed |
| Alotta MC’s came to see me on referals |
| Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils |
| These cutting edge methods from the most specialized |
| Faster than the last men, and before the dust’ll fly |
| The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart |
| Your ear love to hear the God, ripping tracks apart |
| Me to hip hop, is like Einstein to science |
| A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance |
| Complex individual that you dream of being |
| Intellectual challenging, the all eye seeing |
| Got an appetite for heat, so then come and bite the beat |
| And digest the rest and don’t stress the part you couldn’t eat |