[Hosts Commentary: Vents] Ninteen-ninty-nine. Cla**ic, cla**ic, cla**ic sh** off the Rock Da City Comp by Dedlee. "32 Lines" remade by Suffa. Let's go! [Ad-Libs: Suffa] Much respect, Dedlee. These MCs think they're tall, man. They're just standing on your shoulders. Dummies [Verse: Suffa] Here to serve you through rhyme, I got thirty-two lines [?] to put you in servitude For those who heard it, dude standby, man my Rhymes can separate heads from spines like they're tan lines I don't settle for second best like [?] So don't meddle in my life like you're settlers from England They came for my rhymes not my torso, more so It's not a k**er floor show, it's a k**ing floor, bro When I'm about to battle and grapple with no gravel, that'll Have all the veins popping out of my neck like an Adam's apple No man's seein' Suf' like the abominable snowman Their eyes wired shut like they're Tom and Nicole Listen man, I'm dissin' them in my discipline I master [?] into position when I used to think this was too hard and just looked to the path That was carved by the avant-garde, the vanguard The fighters [?] didn't wait around I harnessed the darkness and started to break new ground But buyer beware [?] half-arsed [?] out there The era we're entering, man they'll press up anything But if it's down with the G.E. [?] it must be the [?] cla**ic, believe me Remember when [?] dropped [?] [?] membership [?] it's come to this [?] Challengers will rip out your heart like Kali Ma "I give you the words, you know, the pasta and the salad bar" Now we have all [?] acapella battle style But they know that their talents are far from my clans calibre It's not a matter of hip-hop trends We was spit box friends, it's not if but when Lee's retired so we'll say it for him "My demo's more deadly when you play it again" [Hosts Commentary/Segue: Vents] All that scratching is making me...