For all intents and purposes I ram pride
 Resonate pussy rapper get the long donkey cock
 I keep telethon MC's clinging to Jerry's person
 Motherfuckin Tourette's syndrome MC's can't freestyle without
 rehearsing
 Crossed T's and dotted I's but still caught a liquid shit surprise
 Rappers got on colored contacts but they better real eyes
 Contact CoFlow shit equals El  Bigg Jus distortion
 Try to merk off on our pile but you choked on my fuckin portion
 You oughta scream, got my name up in your mouth like cock or
 gingivitis
 When every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe
 writers
 I don't mind you talkin shit just keep it in the first person
 Think realistically if you diss me could you handle my rebuttal
 version
 Then again if you spit my name it only means you recognize my status
 I flip the script use your little diss as a promotional apparatus
 I'll ignore you sellin crack, killin people, and keepin it real
 but disrespect me and my adopted fam and die young like veal
 When miscellaneous MC's drop they spontaneous
 bullshit metaphor, the outcome is always obvious
 When that piece of shit Mother Time gets cut short in 1999
 I'll be stress-free, knowin that while I was on Earth I got mine
 Say what..?
 8 Steps to Perfection, the sum of each part forms an octagon
 Where rhyme styles get sparked