This was written for Temple of the Darts over at the Wu Tang site on Sept 30th
I'm so ill, I need a dust-mask when I go on blast!
The way I wreck it, you could say I'm infected.
I eat these emcees and I leave em digested,
twenty eight days later and hip hop is resurrected!
But ninety point ninety nine are rejected.
I'm mighty fine with tidy lines, but I'm reckless!
I was accepted cause I ink in excess,
I got punches that'll crumple your solar plexus!
You at the doctor like, "Yo check this,"
"I'm sorry, sir, but he's left you legless.
And it looks like you'll need an expert dentist,
Cause you bitin crowns in every sentence."
Sight n sounds, I'm strikin lightnin down
till I'm ignitin the bounds of the fightin grounds
who's hypin now?
The defender and hero, to be defined
oh nine
September three zero.
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