platnium snowman stands out from tha rest.//
wigga so fly his elevation miles above tha rest.//
except T-cee, compared to me, he be nuthin' but a dick itch.//
an' STD to tha industry, like "damn, you sick bitch".//
illmatic, skills slick like KY jelly, so you'll slip even if you step up to a mic.//
fall off faster than mutha-fuckin' vanilla-ice.//
shit, cracka killin' mics, or atleast tha mics want ta die.//
I don't blame 'em, listnin' ta your shit, even I would turn ta suicide.//
ya lucid rhymes are perfectly clear, so I can see right through ya lies.//
dawg ya need ta cool ya mind, before you meltdown like spring thaw an' produce nuthin' but fluid lines.//
watery verses that got no firm base, wait, that's all you ever made in the first place.//
like the best weed I eva smoked, this erb's laced.// (herb)
wasted like tha shit in my trash compactor.//
nigga ya styles at it's 'max factor'.//
tha shit you 'make-up' demands laughter, so ha-ha-ha, believe this like god brought on tha last rapture.//
you just been captured, ceized up like an engine revin' with no castor.//
you ain't goin' no where, so if you no-show no-one cares.//
they ain't readin' your verse anyway, just driftin' through it like open air.//


edited to add the bold word "last"