ayo, fuck this nigga, I'll spit sumtin' simple on dat azz.
Is this mic on, check-it

My scriptures are so graphic, projectors would stall-to-depict this/
this blessed intellect aint a gift, it's called-a-sickness/
aint' no one in this game could top me, I'm not -feeble-and-wreckless/
scarring your lung tissue like chokin-on-lethal-abestes/
i murder ya with my rhymes, f**k pressing audible-drops/
my words are like ironclad ships that’s why they measure speed in nautical-knots/
where i'm from, they praise me with statues-and-monuments/
ya b*tchs tryn to battle me? someone should "slap-out-with-some-common-sense"/
my rhymes come with punches sharper than ER surgery tools/
you so called tightest rhyme, is like sumthin i wrote in nursery school/
my mirror reflection is an accurate “depiction-of-the-son-of-Satan"/
I'll rip your f**king brain out just like "Egyptian-
mummification"/
so yall next to play I’ll make you feel like you just ingested blades/
sharper than razors on the feet of skaters at the Olympic escapades, put this test-to-play one move, and i got ya in check-mate/
I'm quicker than advanced digital graphic card refresh-rates don’t just add words into scripts because their fillable, -you-best-explore..libraries, where you can study prototype syllables-and-metaphors/
read all about the wars and epics, and learn the ancient stories/
then maybe you’ll realize how poorly your headed for complacent glory/
my power is somthing ya dont f**k WITH un till you "build-and-practice"/
cuz i punched the Earth once that’s why it spins on a
Tilted-Axis.............

aight dawg, your 30 minutes start now!