gimme 16 bars, I raise hell like tha God R, this is Hip Hop, I trample sampled bass guitars / tha competition got commercial pop compositions that’s mythologic like gothics that’s skin-deep like pigment ‘n’ magazine rap critics is ignorant / my magazines hold 16 in tha clip, Science is wicked like an inverted pentagram on a pendant / Knolege ‘n’ wisdom come when you understand there was no Genesis so there can’t be an end to this / thoughts flow infinite, tha calm before the Olympian literary tempest, compounds of a chaotic order / my dual sword cuts lords by tha score, a superb orator, I leave courts adjourned / I snort till it burns / my sentences are prison terms, I leave MCs in urns via words, Science rhymes bright ‘n’ effects tha Bell Curve / I’m paler than helter-skelter, I’ve been in jail for 20 years youngster, respect ya elders…