from the archives of Science, they enshrined tha lines from my mind on a papyrus, tha brightness from my 3rd eye blinds my sky blue iris / I pioneer with rhymes that’s like lions in your ear, with more white shit than veneer goin’ thru my veins / so full of Knolege I got 2 brains, fuck you new lames, Forever it’ll be Wu-Tang / at tha top of real purist Hip Hop, I’m furious, tha dirtiest, you’re more butt than tha bi-curious / my sword cuts like tha Manchurians, if I was tha Feds I’d turn on my citizens like Syrians / or tha United Slaves with crack ‘n’ AIDS, I attack tha rap game with flamethrower phrases /that’re cascaded by my cadence, I reveal what’s covered up like tha CIA cliqued with Satan / Knolege is Self, that’s tha way I been educated, my pen casts spells ‘n’ infers extrapolation…