Man, I ain't gonna even spit serious on this nigga... This shit i'm spittin' at ya is elementary.

Someone spot this nigga a vote or give him Bush's approval//
Don't invade E's space, I boil snakes like i'm cooking noodles//
My hook's will do you; you don't want the physical form//
'Cuz I casually cause casualties like the typical war//
You're Tipper i'm Gore, now watch me out shine the first lady//
Specialist is getting used and abused like Michael Jackson's baby//
I'm earth's favorite, E has no equal or rival//
With enough verses written to equal the bible//
Spit 'em at you one by one so my sheets can be liable//
For the next said dead man to be sleeping beside you//
I'll creep with a rifle into your house and start spraying the premesis//
'Cuz I got a Desert Eagle thats been out since God made the Earth in Genesis//
Savor my penmanship cus Enigmatic is live and direct//
Your spit couldn't make a buzz, even if you had a bee hive in your neck//
Hide in regret, for calling a vet to step to the stage//
When I write these bars, it's like a shining star kept in a cage//
You left in a maze, and E is holdin a tech at the exit//
During your coming of age it's like you took a MEMPHIS//
That lessened your wins bitch, now ya career is BLEEK (bleak)//
Ya battles get looked at only when they're featuring me//
We hear you're weak, so we don't take you seriously//
If you're sad that you weak, go shed tears with Bambii//
Your fear of me should of stopped you dead in your tracks//
After this you'll never sleep again, bitch you'll never relax//
Dead up, you're wack battling me, 'cuz you pre-wrote a journal//
This Teenage Mutant better off going to promote the turtles//
'Cuz my mode to hurt you is sick, rehearse a new spit//
'Cuz the gun flash'll give you a flashy death, it's a hearse with new rims//
It hurts when new timbs are stomping you at home with your friends//
It's definite I win, the E is ill, you're just an herb with a pen//

Damn... Let me go cool off right quick, 'cuz that shit was hot.