My mind is designed like a Mayan pyramid

When you climb up the steps

You can get where the emerald is

I left witnesses for those who didn't believe

Show the depths of sentences, y'all forbidden to leave

Alphabets become images, you listen to see

How the breath of the lyricist can breathe 3D

Trapped in each bar, it gets deep with the God

Like the five pillars that they teach at the Mosque

Try to defy Killah and you seek a mirage

Terrifying thriller, have you reaching your heart

Priest fitting to get dark, dark and it can get

Dark as the first nine Pharaohs that ruled Egypt

Dark as the moon cast the shadows that 'cause eclipse

Dark as the ladies with the tarots telling you secrets

Dark as the gun barrel right before you squeeze it

I enter your mind like an auditorium

Your picture was distorted but I restored your film

Now you see clearer, my pen has a lens

Like I'm sitting in a theater

Come back again

Remind you of Rakim, but I'm not him

Though we one and the same, the second coming of Kane

I'm like Kool G Rap, put the Uzi in rap

Or KRS One said it was cool to be black

For Slick Rick announced that the Ruler was back

Back in the days when gold jewelry was fat

Before Wu or Biggie, Nas, Jigga or 50

That was New Yiddy, they ruled the city

On the West Coast, it was run by Death Row

Pac gave 'em Thug Life, but I just hug mics

The grip of the python, the strength in my right palm

Will crush a competitor's life form



Hook x2

How many MC's must I defeat?

How many rhymes must I show 'em technique?

How many metaphors?

How many letters in all

How many times must I show you I'm better than y'all?



Rhymes after rhymes, metaphors and lines

Since eighty four I recall the time

Left MC's inside of morgues and shrines

Weak technique get absorbed like wine

Then I piss 'em back under the trees and vines

This rapper that rapper I proved I'm better

Next one, I'm about to battle Webster

Do you think you can handle my pressure?

The weight of my thinking when I play with the ink pen

Is he old or new school?

Nah  I'm in a class by myself

Plus I drop math then I blast like a stealth

The bars you spit I use for chin ups

Soon as you lay 'em down, I press the bench up

Then I start spinning like them windchucks

Each paragraphs is like a Pharaoh in the past

Wide is the dome piece, and narrow is the path