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[Verse 1] 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 3-D 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 finna get dark, dark as he 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] 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? (2x) [Verse 2] 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 [Hook]
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