now class is in session... and I'ma teach a topical-lesson...
what you say is not-of-the-essence...
for me rhyming is just a hobby dog...not a profession...
a lot-of-contesants try to challenge-this analysis...
gettin' hit with multiple punchlinez could end up in paralysis...
I'm the catalyst in all the battlez-shit I get involved-in...
my rhymes are so concentrated
that even ya watered down linez won't act as solvents...

it's appallin' when I spit sick lyrics with a sharp tounge that could sever-ya-kneez...
I got you on lock so I'ma call you AJ cause you think you run the show you can never-be-Free...(106 and Park)

now this is just some shit that's comin' off-of-the-dome that you might-savor...
my rhymez got nice-flavor...
but you the type to be locked -in-ya-home reinacting Star Wars with a friend usin' ya cock as a light saber..

I type now but I'll write-later...with some nice-vaporz that I'm breathin'-in...
believin'-then you be like Toni Braxton cause after you fuck with me you'll never breathe-again...

it's deiceivin'-when you act gangsta until I own total controll-of-ya-set... that you chosen-to-rep...
now that you been sonned...call me father nigga...show-some-respect...