my lyrical style's "undefeatable" like "tendencies"/
I'm like a 3-D artist, the way I "render" emcees/
useless, you an obsolete vehicle, like a Model T in a street race/
my rhymes will leave you in an abyss of darkness, like the oblivion of outer space/
my cosmic flows, beam up emcees, for me to abduct and stick probes in they nose/
I strategically spit shit that'll rip you quick, leave you laying in the street in tattered clothes/
and I'll kick you rapidly cause I'm your "sole provider"/
cause I'm wild, "The Animal" like Rob Schneider/
you wanted to battle, but I could win by smashing your Dell/
I'll have this nigga ridin oak trees, cause hes "en root" to hell/
only way you could beat me is to elevate ya shit/
you couldn't do it if you hung ya toilet from a bridge of bricks/
my lyrical police men put your heart in "cardiac arrest"/
told everyone you spit sick just cause you changed the results on ya AIDS test/
cause I spit ill, so when I'm conversating I "toxic"(talk sick)/
you try to digest coals so you can spit hot shit/
trying to pump this lyrical iron, I bench 200, while you can barely lift the bar/
nigga couldn't spit "out of this world" even if he was on a star/

go...good luck