through my keystyled wisdom,i can defeat you easily,
by my wordplay and diction,this battles labeled unevenly*
Flawless im the Immortal God of Olympus

Explict will shorten every sentence,you construct
cause i give limits to speak like a murder trial defendent
you couldnt be praised with repentence,ya soul replinished and baptised
my words terrorize ya ass,before you were chastized
you couldnt capitalize if i went first and presented my illest verse,
even if i gave you my own words and a month to practice and rehearse.

I keep my lyricals casual when testin non competitors
before this battle ya health was normal,now ya hearbeat's irregular
your so femine, you couldnt strike fear in senior citizens
ya content is on the level of a retarded militant simpleton
vise's blood dripped carnage after hung by a helicopter harness
usually within my keystyle recitals,i take heart conditions vital til suicidal,
and rip real audio vinyls on emcees who like to be named after disastrous titles

from my originality,i dissect emcees cranial cavities,hold you over a balcany
with lotioned hands,so i claim an accident when they trial me*
with the capacity,i spit metaphors that will lift ya body with out the force of gravity
and u couldnt BEAT me,if i stood bondaged,and u received 7 counts of assault and a battery
i spill out rhymes that combine within nano seconds,
that hit ya mid section wit Tekken combo connections before u have a chance to draw ya weapon
only when i battle you,it's seems like i show perfection,
but it's not ya fault,that ya genetic traits placed you with a birth defection
im pretty sure your young,so there's probably room for correction,
cause after this battle,it will be obvious that you chose the wrong profession.