My compilations serve as inspirations for the weak
When the pressure is on my perspirations never leak
Cause I'm calm, cool, collective, and effective when I wreck it
My style is transparent so how the fuck you gonna check it
I'm uncheckable, impeccable, respectably respectable
A spectacle, susceptible to flows that's perpetual
I let ya know calculus ain't got shit on me
Intricate patterns getting fatter adding to complexity
I get caught up in the moment and reach for the two components
Pen and pad, I am up on it, bustin' raps on my opponents
Like how physicians make incisions with precision
I cut you into parts like divisions with rough drafts and no revisions
Remaining in balance like homeostasis in the hypothalamus
The rowdiest, my style must never be compared to yours, there's no relation
You better compare your wack style to defecation

We got tha shit to make you practice
You thought your flow was tight
But now you see you can't get at this
And it's a waste of my time when ya bring your best rhyme
And that shit don't compare to my worst rhyme

I remedy emcees but still exceed expectations
And I'm quick to drop a flow with no trace or explanation
Of the deed that I dealt, felt the need to take it personal
And personally, I hate the lie you sell
Bound by limits unconceivable, the fault of only few
But still enough shit to make or brake your whole crew
Still I do invoke fear in those minds that will not open
Killing excess as I flex this repertoire that won't be broken
Lyrically I boast, burn emcees like toast
The competition corrodes with the shit they wrote
Because their style is null and void, and I avoid confrontations
With those who's paranoid of sticky situations
Hesitation leads to downfall, and then ya stuck
Muthafuckas better' recognize before they step up
Who is lyrically elastic, bashing fools who make a dash at it
Ashin' with a passion, mashin' bills so I can cash in

My styles split like atoms causing nuclear reactions
Only a fraction of my actions discontinue interactions
Of the phony, they can't hold me; I'm unable to be held
That's like containing Jordan to 12, ain't no fuckin' way in hell
If you wanna test than test; I dig deep into the text
A process that leaves challengers in a state of unrest
Yes, socially I'm vocally outspoken; ahead of my time
Spreading butta' ass beats underneath cavi rhymes
You better catch it cause you probably will not match it
Everyday I work at it, put in more hours than Bob Cratchett
Listen when I elicit explicit lyrics, don't miss it
If you dis it, you become a recipient of something like a pistol whip
But not quite, I'm quite tight; tonight I feel like acting a fool
Like Keith (ooh) I might loose my cool
A verbal hitman on assignment, beat's the shit cause I designed it
Put your soul on confinement; silence broke when my rhyme hit
Stand by, I get technical without difficulty
Muthafuckas get jealous cause they wish that they wrote these
Different styles are nurtured and can't be held by containment
Matter of fact they spread quicker than news of O.J.'s arraignment