I'm the Alpha with no Omega
Beginnin' without the end, so play the
Ironside, no extended version
Next episode'll be smooth as a Persian
Rhymes everlastin', there'll be no part 2
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to
Draw a better picture for your third eye, if you're blind
You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo
I'm the brother who ideas are colorful
Givin' 'em insight, but givin' 'em trouble to
Comprehend 'cause their thoughts won't blend in
They're pretendin', while I'm extendin'
You bite like a parasite, static when you attach
But you won't strike 'cause you ain't no match
You need more light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter, G? Check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard and die hard, you ain't ever ready
When they check your pulse, you'll be dead as Freddie
Shop in Sears for new ideas
Check your engine and ask your engineers
To equalize it, try to disguise it
If that don't work, yo, then Midasize it
You need more power, better bring Battlecat
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin', Jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
("Bring it to me!")
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop workin'
Then I'mma leave you behind the Iron Curtain
And you'll remain backstage
Your book is over, I ripped your last page
Changed the endin', at least you went out rappin'
Now, I'mma tell 'em what happened
I filled the mic with explosives and lit it up
It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now, scrape him off the floor and off my list
I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist....