Verse 1: With the mind of Bruce Lee I do beats easily Rhyme and spew cheese so dudes ain't seein' me Think a samurai with camouflage armor With a sword sharper than the smartest author This is a elegy written to a melody On a easel The Beatles minus the LSD Lucy in the sky with emeralds, I'm high no chemicals My mind's the pinnacle identical to Jay's opus Or great composers like Beethoven I make some great poems I been ill since using a pencil My pen sk** keep ‘em moving, I'm left field Like number seven eleven I'm overstepping my bounds Because now I'm coming up with a soccer reference That's my preference, my essence is so weird I should move to a mountain and just grow a beard I put things on my album you ain't know was there I'm back masking while you backpacking You cats rapping, I'm laughing at ‘em Tu pack, 2Pac but I ain't mad at ‘em You can't fathom another rapper gettin' at him It's like taking a sword to try to split an atom I'm a spitting image of images spittin' at ‘em 'lil the only image that exists is just a frickin' phantom Verse 2: I rush Limbaugh with his limp balls to his klan meeting Call the Haitians up so they can come and stampede him Seven hundred plus at the 700 Club Messin' up your stuff that's unless you one of us And one of us is in trouble, turn your flat into rubble Pat, now who has the pact with the devil? Trash you be talkin' with a coon standing next to you And all she said was “hm” and continued to shake her head to you This just in, this is a [?] news flash, you cats from now on I will execute Not literally but lyrically the d**h of you Homicide spiritually, I swear it'll be the end of you