I can't even figure out where to spit some shit
computer knowledge aint what i'm equipped with
regardless even the hardest are hard pressed fuckin wit me
i'll have you stuck between a rock and a hard place six ft. deep

(Linguistically speaking)
you shall not have the audacity to doubt my veracity
or even to insinuate that I would prevaricate,beyond my capacity
to freestyle the script/illustrate your style's trifle/and stifle
your tenacity

(Ebonically speaking)
I bless this don't test this
I manifest styles too complex you can't digest this
iller than AIDS I turn savages to wimps meek and mild
It would take your whole village just to rock this child

(Linguistically speaking)
you shall not have the audacity to doubt my veracity
or even to insinuate that I would prevaricate,beyond my capacity
to freestyle the script/illustrate your style's trifle/and stifle
your tenacity

(Lyrically speaking)
Your style is elementary,wack,and taime
You can't swing me if I was on a rope in the middle of a hurricane
you're expelled from emceein
I exalt assaults, you turn back and I'll reduce you to a pillar of salt


Now that you get the point I'm anointed the master
knowledgeable Lord ruler of lyrical disaster
understand it doesn't matter if your weak or hard
you couldn't step to my level if you were walkin' with God
It's just a Wham-Bam thank you boy for the victory
Here's a quarter for tryin' BEAT IT you're history . . . . .peace