Yo Okay,
(new style for the kiddies....don't say my bars are stretched cuz you can't hear any tempo...THINK!)

You are gonna see-"a-sea-without-a-shore" cuz L-will-beat-you-down-to-gore, contend-bitch-no, no shore is right! Cuz I got endless-flow!

rend-with-blows ya can't stop-me, Ya not poetic, quit that "ocean of emotion" ya "not-deep"! trip, I'll make you n' ya crew meat Havoc and leave your "Mob-Deep"!

At the bottom-of-6-feet got-him-with-this-heat, I the Rebel-blasts-cats to other levels wit blast-caps matches n' gas-cans, while T can't "spit hot" lickin lava out the devil's-ass-crack!/

(...enough of that....)

But bet that that's-fact! Gettin me heated?! Pleez! I put my head behind cocked rockets just to laugh at the back-blasts!/
Wack-ass, ya writtens aren't on point, you mind-sharpenin? Ya got as much "foundation in ya work" as blind-carpenters!/
You can't beat my mind-heart-and-nerves, "I chisle battle raps on granite tablets", so how the fuck you got a harder-verse?!/

..wind up...

I got you a chartered-hearse, planned ya death, I flow-with-an-intensive-brain, you know-what-I-intend to-bring, so when I crack ya skull with a "wood bat" it'll read on you're epitaph "He died goin-against-the-grain."