My mind is designed like a Mayan pyramidWhen you climb up the stepsYou can get where the emerald isI left witnesses for those who didn't believeShow the depths of sentences, y'all forbidden to leaveAlphabets become images, you listen to seeHow the breath of the lyricist can breathe 3-DTrapped in each bar, it gets deep with the GodLike the five pillars that they teach at the MosqueTry to defy Killah and you seek a mirageTerrifying thriller, have you reaching your heartPriest fitting to get dark, dark and it can getDark as the first nine Pharaohs that ruled EgyptDark as the moon cast the shadows that 'cause eclipseDark as the ladies with the tarots telling you secretsDark as the gun barrel right before you squeeze itI enter your mind like an auditoriumYour picture was distorted but I restored your filmNow you see clearer, my pen has a lensLike I'm sitting in a theaterCome back againRemind you of Rakim, but I'm not himThough we one and the same, the second coming of KaneI'm like Kool G Rap, put the Uzi in rapOr KRS One said it was cool to be blackFor Slick Rick announced that the Ruler was backBack in the days when gold jewelry was fatBefore Wu or Biggie, Nas, Jigga or 50That was New Yiddy, they ruled the cityOn the West Coast, it was run by Death RowPac gave 'em Thug Life, but I just hug micsThe grip of the python, the strength in my right palmWill crush a competitor's life form[Hook: x2]How many MC's must I defeat?How many rhymes must I show 'em technique?How many metaphors?How many letters in allHow many times must I show you I'm better than y'all?Rhymes after rhymes, metaphors and linesSince eighty four I recall the timeLeft MC's inside of morgues and shrinesWeak technique get absorbed like wineThen I piss 'em back under the trees and vinesThis rapper that rapper I proved I'm betterNext one, I'm about to battle WebsterDo you think you can handle my pressure?The weight of my thinking when I play with the ink penIs he old or new school?Nah - I'm in a class by myselfPlus I drop math then I blast like a stealthThe bars you spit I use for chin upsSoon as you lay 'em down, I press the bench upThen I start spinning like them windchucksEach paragraphs is like a Pharaoh in the pastWide is the dome piece, and narrow is the path[Hook x2]
