[Verse 1]

If I could be invincible, I'd greet competition with rage 

Do work and go berserk when I'm rip'n the stage 

Ignite'n and write'n rhymes in so a ridiculous age 

Lets 'face off' like Travolta verses Nicolas Cage 

Ah shucks, y'all finally got me to talk'n tough 

Ready to bust these suckers that constantly bother us 

Oh yes, just when all you thought was hopeless 

One man fights back on behalf of the oppressed 

And I'm so fresh- many say like Timothy McVeigh I blow sects 

Don't believe me now, you'll go test and get your flow stretched 

Take'n all threats and bets- double or noth'n I can match that 

And bast raps- turn your Land Cruiser into a hatchback 

But that's just the start of it, a small part of it 

My rhymes are known to crack bones- rip through your cartilage 

You don't want no part to this 

When I start charge'n and barge'n in the hard way 

I bring the butter, the (parquet ?) and the margarine 

Two minutes past disaster, argue'n with the master 

What I spit is combined with the same climate of Alaska 

After I drop Anchorage, my language is filled with anguish 

Breaking kids with their own songs like Weird Al Yankovich 

Spin a web of deception and the best can't untangle it 

Bang'n like only the Mandu, like only I can do 

I'd like to live but my homies don't live in Landview 

After years of jam'n, they're cram'n to understand you 

We're go'n to war 'coz poor people need a champ too 



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

Invincible, we're genetically engineered 

When I see emcees battle and expect me to interfere 

Listen here- this rap game is child's play like hopscotch 

Traveling at the slow speed of a fox-trot, on my block 

We accelerate and celebrate when a cop's shot 

For not give'n us the chance to (lamp like flave?) with a stopwatch 

And block shots with just seconds on the shot clock 

Send away for my album deal with three cereal box tops 

I rock spots and never forfeit a battle on some (extortion?) 

Brothas couldn't get the picture if they ran out and bought it 

Its a small eight by ten, but I turn it into a portrait 

Make it rough enough to force Timberland to endorse it 

Kill it with no remorses, the original, the liver-race 

Interfaced with the internet and even flip rhymes in cyberspace 

Nightmare on emcee part 5, cut like sharp knives 

You've got enough rhymes to fill books- I'm fill'n libraries and archives 

Though art wise like (Celaste?) for try'n to gas me 

I gets nasty on the mic and battle for fame like Bug's and Daffy 

While you live trice- I give life to the dead and make the corpse bleed 

Flip raps you couldn't catch if you had your engine set a warp speed 

To hell with the money and the fame 

Watch me take you out your game 

Its the young Jedi that Yoda forgot to train 

If I park it- its not turn'n, once I spark it- I leave it burn'n 

Emcees better start learn'n- I diss more brothas than Mark Fuhrman