Multiplicty, out huntin my clones
Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy Jones
My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the ground
My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a sound
I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest Truth to tackle
I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple
I'm so rare, battlin Mic's like Africa:
Yeah dawgz talk about it but they don't really wanna go there
I'm hooked in leather, floored never
Create more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together
This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of mine
You sound like me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply
If we went to a war you would'nt survive I slaughter and mortify
I'm an immortal God even if tortured I won't testify
then nailed to a cross and crucified on the third I'll rise
Word to the wise niggas will be shot plottin my demise
My style will never be duplicated it's unautorized
I'll autograph your girl's bra, menage-a-trois
I dont want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois...

aight i know it ain't great but im jus freestylin right now,so don't be hatin..