[Verse: LL COOL J]
Slow it down a little bit

There was smoke when the mothers water broke
The doc saw the horns, omg its a goat
The nurse cut the cord, got shocked with a million volts
? dropped him on the floor, but the baby started to float
Umbilical cord turned into a gold rope
Mic pen in his hand, his body started to jolt
Angels injected him with lyrical dope
Same drugs they gave Hemingway and Edgar Allen Poe
The whole world’s ? for the baby to ?
Crowd gather round throwin’ punches n' elbows
Then his mama arose and recited a poem
? of hip hop god, fuck rock n roll
Put his baby in the whip, there was a solar eclipse
Then a spirit came, wrote his name down in hieroglyphs
Breakbeats played, he had a speaker for a crib
She screamed jack the rip, and ignited his gifts
To the parents he’s a legend — to the children a myth
Here’s a first hand experience of Mr. Smith
Alias, — Mr. killin’ every rapper in his radius
Cyphers n stadiums, bars is Vibranium
Molecular structure of the nucleus of his cranium
Platinum uranium lyrical titanium
In other words, who ever it concerns - if you fuck around with fire you gonna get that ass
Turned to ash, true story I’m, — walking crematorium
Helping rappers earn obituaries from historians
Bangin’ on em, yellow tape and white sheets layin’ on em’
Carved hand tomb stones prayin’ for em
Movin’ the chess pieces like telekinesis
As a toddler he walked with 2 panthers on leashes
Learned early on where the mark of the beast is
By the time he hit ? ? ? ?
Slicker than odysseus on an odyssey, intellect is part of me
So pardon me if it's harder to follow me, what does that mean?
He’s a mythological melanated progeny of royalty spraying you with soliloquy’s
Gil Heron with the camouflage gear on
Ignorance is a virus, my ink is an interferon
The last poet, revolutionary with guns loaded
Back to revel elate the culture that’s my only motive