Bring in the all the babies, I’m gettin rated R for sure
I’m spittin pressurized carbon, my scriptures hard core
Soft emcees run away from the gunsmoke
They shook, they left their skills in ‘L’ Segundo
Just count your losses and be done with me homey
You couldn’t see the big picture with a plasma screen Sony
I hit you harder than the L.A.P.D. with their nightstick
Whenever I get to rhyming, believe son it’s a crisis
Niggas is lifeless, after I finish snappin off their synapses
Baltimore problem child, I sting you harder than Cassius
Knock you out quicker than George Clinton would say funk
Now you sound like Snuffelupagus, you so lyrically punch drunk
Your ship’s sunk, Titanic never, just a rusty tug boat
Can’t pull the weight of your own rhymes, so you can’t stay afloat
Lokh Em lock you down like a chastity belt
It seems you got a nasty habit, the way you keep playin yourself
I take words and flip ‘em into daggers and hammers
Till you brothas realize my rhymes tighter than spandex
On Oprah Winfrey in the 80’s, to challenge me you must be crazy
I can’t read your garbage, I get lazy eyes like Tracy McGrady
I’m the master of metaphor, the Hercules of hyperbole
Sensei of simile, sun I stay hotter than Mercury

it's still early in the mornin. i'm still wakin up.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought