**clears throat...winks at illusionists girl**grabs his throat...do u feel me...?*mic check<<<1-2**

When I spit this tech-tonic-logic str8 thru Illusionists mind/
I'll leave him high like drinking hypnotic at 9:00 primetime/
The Empire is *Elemental*, watch me as I get on the mic rippin/
This nigga's "bananas", and I ain't just saying cuz he "slippin"/
I make sure everyone of your men-die-a-sinful-liar/
I'll leave your entire-Empire-in-fire/
From then on-my-whole crew will give your bitch some thicker legs/
In other words, we gang rape her and I'm the one who gives her AIDS/
Blah blah, yaddah yaddah, I don't need punches to make u die/
Look: "Illusionist got shot wit mecedi sized shotties in iLLinois"/
See? Repition can still officially give you mysery/
Have your limbs hanging off Christmas trees in Italy, and the rest is history/
Nigga Please! You don't want it wit anyone in my camp/
You ever 'battle-the-champ' again and ur adams 'apple-gets-cramps'/
You'll fall into Vendetta’s arena, I’ll peel and bite you/
And you'll die 1000 deaths like the square root of 1 million didn't like you/
Now do the math, this nigga at the computer scratching his head/
But I gotta weapon that'll do it for him, and have his ass dead/
I can say the dumbest punches and still murder you/
Like: "You roll in large groups of one, like you never heard of two"/
OOOOHHH! And you still get fried, cuz u suck monkey balls/
It's time to take you off the shelf, like that game Donkey Kong/