When I come fourth to rhyme Best know it's morphing time Morpheus in those thoughts of mine Mines are what me and my cohorts are defined as Can't pause my Ligaments can't conquer I I got more bars then a polygamist has concubines But I do concur I conquer the beat so fine What you might find inside my own mind I reside in Flow better than Poseidon practicing diving inside a define dyson Guys with their lies they are devising Meeting of the minds read between the lines Deceit is a crime we will delete in time Cover your ears to the lies Don't always believe what is seen by the eyes Honest words are devised Stepped in the scene already considered a nuisance I spit knowledge they call me Confucius Dudes confused by the bars than they are useless And there is hope in him you need this Sick since my mum Fallopian The beat is Sicker than an Ethiopian fetus Your on opium if you believe you can defeat this Who knew Moses who never use to talk in school Make something to move to I know a lot of sad dudes who produce nothing but do do About riveting as a sudoku You and your crew can all perform seppuku I hate all of you yeah you too Moses making this seem so effortless Moses actually appears in exodus But been doing this since sega genesis Been to generous for these degenerates So I generate a flow more venomous Than an eleven denis the menaces Examine the evidence It's for ever evident that this flow is heaven sent Please stand there a moment as I vomit these super sonic sonnets that are more bubonic than the plague You lot are so vague They tried to conform mozzie's flow though But it stayed deformed like the Quasimodo In the middle of soho f**ing an Aussie in slow mo This is serve sever main vain artery artistry Am Always on point like archery Architects Of anarchy Tired of this musical melarchy The irony of being shown the light by a darkie I'll drive you crazy dont need a car key Let me slow it down for those who ought to listen Might go over the head like you suffer from dwarfism No a couple of guys who want to ramp with me Doing this singlehandly like an amp tie Converting a beat to a carca** is not hard for me About two armies worth of marksmen want to harm me But i roll with the ghost of Marcus carvy And this kid is an anarchist Anti narcissist arsonist Burn down any arse lick asking for an arse kicked I'm a mad hatter beat manhandler Foreheads a about for times bigger than Adam sandlers And you like the way I do the Job on the beat There is no way you knobs can compete You and your boys are so obsolete He is your own uncle but even Bob can see YOU'RE WACK!