alright cheech, let me show you some lyricism . . .

So you Tyson now, you better take a chunk out my ear//
cause i'm not hearin' you, so you better fight dirty, fuck fair//
you can't compete with a Talib Kwali CD, my flows are too heavenly//
i'll lyrically beat you to death with a golf club like Kennedy cousins in the 70s//
my flows are so complex they'll take up every square inch of your bandwidth//
so bring lyricism or get bandished with the verbal weapons i brandish//
i looked in your profile, no specifics how predictable//
and the way you get picked up off the floor after this, how dispicable//
but we grew up together so I know all your weaknesses, you don't even need to leave 'em exposed//
i'll leave you frozen, hand over your mouth like "holy shit, how does he know"//
you tried to bring the RAWKUS but you're nothin' but a VIRGIN at this//
you're too easily LABELED, so you better DUCKDOWN for a while and practice//
you wrote your verse lookin' at my quotes and the Black Star liner notes simultaneously//
knowin' you better studying lyricism before you jump in this, but still tryin' to live dangerously//
so i'm a broke law student, who gives a fuck how you live//
cause ur INCOME in this isn't OUTCOME determinative//
good thing women give BIRTH, and be thankful who you married//
because your DELIVERY is so weak I think you just MISCARRIED//

alright peeps, let's get some votes