my clandestine rap skill is hardcore like mescaline/
leave the path i walk in turmoil and pestilence/
layer each rhyme in delightful decadence/
so you can view and bear witness my excellence/
resonance from my explosive pyrotechnics/
my eccentric rap style can burn cats like heliocentrics/
emcees brains remain in a purple haze like Hendrix/
i leave emcees on their knees begging for repentance/
sentence any emcee, make them cop a plea/
bargain. pardon my skill i feel real ardent/
about my flow. i go hardcore like pornography/
snap necks like snapshots in photography/
photosynthetic, embedded in your brain, pathetic/
created to counteract mine, i set it/
high indeed, need i explain, the bar/
smoke you so hard the doctors need to remove black tar/
from my lungs, start spitting in tongues, leaving emcees hung/
like William, every emcee in my vicinity i'm killing

Now Meth is on the scene, his spears tears at ya spleen
Fuck rollin up in a van, Ill roll up in a limousine
4 tomohawks hang from the tinted windows, spotted there he go
We lay shells into the clown and drive off into another story untold

Ur using an IMac aint u?
I hate those things.....

bold cats striking like lightning, frightening/
Viking likening, stature of Gods with lights shining, brightening/
heightening lyrical, empirical, and fearful, catch an earful/
mere dull rappers catch a glimpse of this miracle/
spiritual like specters. respect or get inspected/
infected with agility within my rhyming ability/
civility is useless, you kidding? you're killing me/
pillaging villages in a sense relentlessly/
innocence is useless. my crew, we're magnetic/
we get it and latch on, make wacks gone and set it/
prophetic on pathetic egotistical erratic/
cats, leave them battered making those faking jacks sound asthmatic/
static electricity exuding my inner orifice/
godly like Horus leaving emcees porous/
glorious wisdom from my system, i dissed them/
these cats is dumb. swag free but with charisma just killing them

check one two, i got kicked out of school
in class i came out blazin, lyrically blastin fools
intellectual slugs made everybody hit the floor
left em bloody n bruised, shook em to their very core
far from a bore, no MC is up to par
yo whos the best, its Aristotle by far

We came here to get down, irregular class clowns,
invite these devils over; we're burnin' your house down,
there's no turning this blast down, step up and get ass-plowed,
I recorded this out loud, on my iphone Philly downtown,
Celebratin cuz i won me a battle,
Pioneer like my subs, my competition gets rattled.