[Verse 1]
Cranking out new classics illmatic to automatic
For da people got fear of da blackest planet
Full metal jacket with tech nines they pack it
Strange clacking, they yapping, I'm clapping, they nap it
Oliver stone born the fourth of july
Bullets was cruising top gun kinda high
Use my allusion; make myself seem sly
Swords like Sean Conn: you the one in jeoparDIE

[Verse 2]
Sly be stallone and it's Rambo to Rocky
If I'm rolling with Hov, then my fellas be Roc-y
Loaves by hot prose
I Suppose i singe shows:
Similes like stoves, ammos or Patmos
Close to close: my fatal flows attracting dough
Imposing blows upon you lows cuz I'm the one God chose
Step up on the stage, I be pouring ambrose
Christ the crowd rocking cause 2Pac arose

[Verse 3]
Wit bars I drop prophecy (see)
The future like Sophocles
Great Scott they gon marty/martyr me
(Nah)
Now Isaiah might slaughter me:
Spilling these arteries
Blood on the tracks cause
I'm dylan like the Carter be, OG
Like Mel Melleville writing Bartleby
The only role they model, not even like some Barkley
I school em all at music, you can call me Berklee
Icy, fiesty, mute you like a mime speak
Stanzas sublime but ya spittin subprime
Costanza i can't stand ya, listen up you know
Ann Landers give advice you take my candor
Otherwise I'm breathing Gandor
Watch me Overwhelm your ramparts
Put you back in pampers