Mr. Throwdown - The Epitome lyrics

Verse 1: My flows are like Mozart's most powerful symphonies I print with the intent to make dents subliminally What the hell is platinum? Y'all be hoein' your poems That's like Van Gogh's paintings in a million homes My style manages to baffle an*lysts And it's just as deep as Confucian an*lects It's whatever, my thoughts are just better Just clever because I write with duck feathers Y'all charlatans, I read the hearts of men All in sin 'til I die on wax for all of them Knowing my flows surprise most without gross Cop flows that distort the cosmos Like Antisthecons, y'all can't diss Kawann Your antics are fine but I transmit to Nam[?] Stop trying, your semi's folding Hene's holding a semicolon Your many poems are proems and that's if any know ‘em I can't tell through scantin' you ain't advancing Your world is crashing, then me? I'm Earl N. Manson[?] Metric precision obtained from elision You wanna be driven? Then find your decision But I highly recommend you never step to Kawann ‘cause you a leprechaun compared to my lexicon, I'm Chorus: The epitome of rap Kids say that I'm gifted, mythic with the ripping tracks Even if I am no longer speaking Even if I am no longer breathing Eventually coming back The epitome of rap Kids say that I'm gifted, mythic with the ripping tracks Even if I am no longer speaking Even if I am no longer breathing Eventually coming back Verse 2: I leave a rapper perplexed and kinda vexed how I flex in my text Show sets, stress them to d**h 'til they just feel hexed I'm a T-Rex with teeth just to eat meat best Lyrics catch you like Pterodactyls for the nest I'm the worst or the best emcee to ever print, ever spit Evidence of this is evident I never been out-rhymed, my pen outlines And then outline the rudiments you can't outshine Call me underground, molten like earth's core But the verse forth the burbs all those who curse more I turn for and wrote my first score four score And four hundred years before yours Try again, this time from the diaphragm More cats will buy your jam and less will pirate them And y'all wanna crossover? OK Iverson You're gonna need a liver hand and a brighter clan No pun intended. If I penned it in Terror Squad Lyrics I flow and pose the fear of god I leave clear inside “Grandpop's Paradox” And come back on the back of a Triceratops Marcus done made me spark this As if I'm trying to sign to Ruckus Flows as if I'm sounding kinda awkward Ripping guitar riffs, equipped with the raw gift I spit with the god's gift, y'all just talk it The hardest artist to me is a soft kiss Creating this garbage, you making me nauseous Y'all can quote this as the dopest opus I wrote this in a temple old as Moses Erosions occur whenever I shoot a verb The universe says dude superb and I do concur You got a lotta Prada, I got a lotta cantatas Not a lot have got to bother with but still I jot it