Verse 1:
The Mighty Microphone-uh-graphical gets grammatical, grotesque mechanical, don't test an animal, phonetic fanatic, playing kinetic canasta, etiquette has to past through the predicate master
Capacitate intelligence to maximize action, dialogue def enough come close caption, medic on the mic, let one verse elapse, in the vein of the brain of a young Percy Chapman
Exhaling automatically you just can't fess, for the simple fact the I pay my respect to ancestors
Of rap ideology and overall sound, I snatch the apparatus like a swift rebound
In a battle of wits true talk takes the trophy, the tongue plays a metal blade that penetrates slowly
The lazer light lash out the mouth is muscular, retarded vernacular busts your cardiovascular
Rapping to eat, still keep my stature in Leets, lows and highs flow as I coincide with the street, I go inside of the beat, and come back with ten principles
To add advanced intangibles, its invincible, I mend mandibles, invade when invisible, my voice is visceral eliminating inadmissibles
I say this shit to make you stop when you hear it, I got the true spirit to (drop some smooth lyrics)

Verse 2:
Spirit cully lyrically, he elevates empirically, he delegates, so hear it fully, elements of silly putty
Mold and shape, to create a Golden tape, to make a Maxell colorful as a pastel
Past Elegant, active intelligence, theatrical rappers act typical, collapse pitiful brittle raps
The Warlord, my dome gleams like scoreboards for home teams, in left field, I caught brains, and threw home, I hit knuckle curved lyrics through retractable domes, I snag metaphors over the head like Willie Mays, the lyrical lube rock with the psychedelic tube socks
Cute talk technician who invents rhythm towards blend with 'em, awesome pours and diss 'em
On stage I be the Hip Hop bonus, the type to snipe opponents, microphonist, a human lightning bolt, with heightening folks, liquidated to a lash, so the tightening chokes, ascertainer premium rap retainer, fascinater, with rap related affidavits, explain the whereabouts of ya left brain, when I tear it out to evacuate half ya data, Tabulator refracts, I mutilate wax, apex tape decks, for you to play back, my rap climax to bust egos, dress the mic in a black bowtie tuxedo

And I'mma (Drop Some Smooth Lyrics)