Aiight, son I'll spit first cause i have to bounce in a few . . .

Alright Bribe, before we start here's a lesson to learn//
respect from me is like a Gang Starr LP, it's "hard to earn"//
I'll dilute you ryhmes so they remain neutralized//
and maintain acidic shit so when I spit it burns your eyes//
l leave you battered and bruised and get under your skin like tattoos//
remove your heart 'n your nerves for the SOUL reason that I'm not FEELIN' you//
keepin' it intelligent is my primary mode//
secondarily, you cant' understand me like binary code//
i'm gifted like Christmas so feel blessed with my presence (presents)//
i got longer rap sheets than prison residents//
unlike wardens to inmates you can't complicate my sentences//
every time you try I demonstrate my competitiveness//
up in ivory towers i leave academics confused//
lyrically throwin' head punches to leave your mondula oblongata abused//
tryin to be someone you're not, like a fake ID//
when you rap use protection, stop spreadin' your HIV//
improve your lyrics and get a couple degrees//
cause right now you ain't in a position to really trouble MCs//
now that my ryhmes done, get a clue you need to fine one//
cause to convince any voter you won you're gonna need to BRIBEONE!!!//