Not Really A Concept As Such:

Past Pathetic Dreams, Of Mine, Make My Character Portray Not All It Seems...
I Used To Enjoy My Fan Base Screams, Now I Take Rap To The Extremes...
So High, That My Word Gleams, In The Sun, I’m Recollecting Past Regimes...
That I’ve Won, I Can Safely Say, The Apparent Hip-Hop War Has Begun...
You Better Stay At Home And Call 911, I’m Doomsday Second To None...

Can’t We All Just Get Along, Stay behind The Boundaries We Patriotically Belong...
We’ve Waited For Cherishment Now For So long, Looks Like Haters, Were So Wrong...
In The End, We’ve Came Out Mythically Strong, With Words, Tighter Than Beyonce’s Thong...
Bars Deadly Like Carbon Dioxide, Melting Enemies Bars Like Hydrogen Peroxide...
I Still Freestyle Down By The Dockside, Still Got My Antique Battling Foresight....
Still Only Appearing In the Dead Of Night, Still Only Rappin, To Be Polite...

I’m Still, Hated On By Catz, But Still It’s Catz Who I Hated on...
Till I Stop Hating On, When My Lyrical Ability Came Withdrawn...
Then Hating Was Foregone, I’ Only In This Game As A Forgotten Pawn,
Didn’t Really Rap With Young, Didn’t Really Know ‘Im...
Lying If I Said I Visited The Gym, Lying If I Said My Name Wasn’t Alasdair Sim...
You Lying If You Said I Didn’t Rip You Limb From limb, Tryin Toget In The Bowl, But Still Hittin The Rim...