Here's somethin' quick I did while watchin' Remember The Titans and ish........wun

When I spit nauseous, like un-sterilized syringes //
You feel the brunt of the anguish my proficiency infringes //

Innovative techniques show the uncanny peculiar mystique //
That makes the conventional traditions emerge eerie and bleak //

When I articulate your capability tends to deflate and deteriorate //
Cuz I+T equals faultless precision, make no mistake in this debate //

Uncanny rhymes of a sort are sent here to distort, and leave ya’ll
Gettin’ left out to dry like prostitutes under a roof-less fort //

Prepare the astounding encore, for our name is soon to be immense //
Like worried Y2K Inhabitants, you’re doomed to live past-tense //

Speakin’ our name is an instance of exceptional personified significance //
We can set aside our differences that protrude throughout your dim-witted sentences //