I wanted to share here.

Verse 1:
I tend to get a tip of the hat, when in typical fashion
I spit that lyrical action to get your ventricles clapping--
I-dentically rapping cats bend over backwards
Just to give you something that's inelastic to dance with
...I grasp for having the passion of Blacksmiths
And task myself, with fashioning classics
Versatility of an actor with accents
And act with sense back since my last glimpse
Of adolescence, the absence which
Added lessons, I could become a master with
The shogun with no gun--shoot, straight from the lip with it
Trash trap rappers’ll show no resemblance
Writtens seen as critical--minimal on the frivolous,
When I'm on the rhythm the listener gets a benefit--
Whether it's heard as lyrics or additional percussion
My typical production is integral to the function

Verse 2:
Killing verses is simple as pressing buttons to jump in the air
Konami coding the flow with copious potency there
I hope you notice I’m going over the quotes with a pro-fessional flare
Pro-fessing it bare
No necklaces where my neck is resting, I dare
To test the efforts of effers that kept my excellence rare
One of a noble few on a very specific mission--
We enter into the system for the sake of composition
Not, that competition spilling over into dissin--
Is enough hating here, I’m up for switching up for switching
Up for switching up the listener’s disposition with depositions
I kept as writtens to self, cause I’m the best conditioned to spit ‘em
You’ll pull a ligament tryina get in ‘em--they tight
Like jeans for people that favor painted-on denim
When I pen ‘em I get the feeling I’m winning already
They’re brilliant they paint a picture you can submit ‘em to Getty, credit me

Verse 3:
No need for a Player 2, I could slay a crew
Lay the rules I’ma decimate ‘em like a plate of food--
By a fat trucker that hasn’t had supper in a vast number
Of days since, dropping the casket of his passed mother
...And now his appetite is back after the grief
Any rapper that beef, can actually get back-to-the-streets (in an Egyptian pose)
I rip through foes, but would rather not though
The bigger man can rise above so I must be colossal
And I am an apostle, of everything Hip-Hop so
I ascertain that mainstream representations are not so
Or, not so much at least--bits and pieces of substance leak
Fits and starts of a sense of artistic partisanship--
Show the heart is beating beneath the encrusted armor of giltz...
And glamour why I put stamina in my stanzas
You should be putting hands up see me putting the stats up
Kill screen is coming up next, killing the wack stuff he’s--(chorus)

Anybody home? It's kinda dead here lately, huh?