triple op the ill cali resident got niggas callin' me ?uest cuz i'm teachin "The Lesson" wit the ill delivery with trinity as my weapon, my ART-illery rock a cypher like "okayplayer is you feelin' me??" streets, stages, or message boards i'ma rock for slum village 'til "fantastic vol. 4" i wasn't born to watch time slip, my mind flips, like an hourglass--watch the sand shift, check the transcripts, Time Travellin' like my man Com, changin' the past tense, futuristic rap cats spit fast but lack sense, i rearrange minds and use music cues to shapeshift your mental blocks like rubic's cubes. and "on these 73 keys", swear i'ma rock the recital like it's 1989 and i'm in detroit winnin' titles i'll strike ya vital...nerve and press it on a vinyl to the other emcees, better luck on "american idol" y'all aint rockin for Baatin, Elzhi, and T3 cuz "it don't sound too good, it sound tainted to me..."