i'm too complex, CAM, so you about to get 86'ed//
like playin' soccer with a diaper, you kick nothin' but baby shit//
i've got no problem spittin' first, don't even need to plan my attack//
i'm confident i'll win due to your obviously weak handle on rap//
are you schizophrenic?, you gotta be mentally ill//
two-thirds my age and only bringing one-tenth of my skill//
so plan out your verse and choose your words wisely//
cause if they're not clever enough, when you spit 'em they won't find me//
your ryhmes are like BIG in his casket, they're dead weight//
so how you gonna come hard when you can't even ejaculate when you masturbate//
shit, i'm filled with blood lust and the motivation to release it//
like a beast unleashed, removing your eyes so you can't even perceive it//
comin' with explicit linguistics which qualify as illicit EXPRESSION//
like a weapon DRAWN while in a multiple felon's possession//
and you're my primary target so you're destined to fall//
actin' like you GOD, but SON you ain't NASty at all//
similar to Iraq, cause ain't none of your lines bomb proof//
my ryhmes are like fine suits woven from the finest material this side of Milan, duke//
my principles are principal to the way I spit so lyrical//
already 5 MCs in a casket, and you're gonna need a miracle//
so in this rap race i'm heavily chased//
cause every verse is effectively laced, yet i'm deceptively placed//
in a weight class that doesn't fit my description//
spittin' compositions similar to forbidden religions//
cause it's my mission to come unorthodox unlike Hasidics//
in a cipher of lyricists you're not permitted - you don't fit in//
i know you're amazed on how i took one look and had the dictionary memorized//
can't believe what you just read, rubbin' your eyes, you're mesmorized//
but you can't just listen to COMPANY Flow 3 or 4 times//
bite all their lines and INCORPORATE 'em into your lines//

30 lines . . . spit it