8 barz or less? Ok, I'll give it a go...

I speak Pure Knowledge and spit razor thoughts wit sharp speech/
Barred teeth, prepared for war, darin' y'all to try and harm me/
Arm me wit a pen, let's begin, I'm raisin' warning to threatenin'/
The best of them, can test him but they're gonna need some extra men/
Unless I tend, to slip like ice, ain't gone happen like losin' my chips at dice/
I kiss the mic, with blessed styles, poeple like "this kid is Christ"/
It goes hand in hand, Knowledge and Intelligence/
And no other newbs is fuckin' wit me like they must be celebate/