Only time-will-tell when anarchy rules all and crime-will-sell
Minds-will-fail, darkness in the heavens, proof God resides-in-hell
No pride-in-jail, can you hear their words? Inmates’ cry-in-mail
Denied-of-bail, keep faith that you will make it and raise-the-scale
Don’t-be-stupid, you’ll never be on a mixtape from DJ Whookid
You’ll-be-looped-in, yeah with a noose; let loose in a heat that’s-humid
I-rhyme-fluid, you see, death was your only option and you-knew-it

Style SwitchMind Thoery.. developing the style you suggested

Meta’s holding it down for The Hit Parade with my Open Mics
Know you’ll get stomped with classics, like a pair of dolomites
I’ve been known to fight for honor and sometimes just for pleasure
You know the saying, desperate times calls for desperate measures
Switch the format with diverse styles, this is my Metamorphosis
Can’t hurt the supernatural, I’ll show you where the corpses is
Check my battle wounds, not a scratch, herbs can’t harm me
It’s hardly a competition; most know I’ll be the best on RB