X-Productions - The Epitome lyrics

[Verse 1] I arose from the ashes of my mic-foes I floated up and glowed while clothed in jalabiya tight white robe From across the globe I cited microbes Waited for night time to expose, kidnapped the darkness and hid it inside a light bulb Y'all know I write poltergeist flows You showed up at the open mic, I exploded and left the mic closed When I fight I throw nitroglycerin right blows That strike cranial lobes leaving crater-like holes See K-Rino's a music gymnast I got so many unusual hidden clues in one sentence it'll confuse a chemist I'll never lose a scrimmage I got tools that'll nuke you in minutes and move you from finite to a translucent image I'm pinning four lines at a time I'm complex with this I got two extra hands, I'm double ambidextrous The language specialist who wrecks beyond your Exodus And ejects the best deadly messages, minus the expletives [Hook] Now when it comes to being an emcee I'm the epitome It's gonna take a army of lyricists to get rid of me When you think of the weak, never consider me I'm stronger than the purist c**aine, come take a hit of me [Verse 2] The sun shined on my lines and they grew vines I'll write a new rhyme more amazing then running the 100-dash in 2-9 When the melee ignites, I'll be writing it The wind in my lung is strong enough to fly a 7 ton kite in it While you was in the streets, looking feeble I was in the rap cathedral, sleeping on the bed of 7 million needles My reproductive seed is so outstanding and great I could repopulate a planet with a manikin mate I'll have a genius moving wrap speed, stranded and late My thoughts took off at 9 O'clock but landed at 8 Got ready heat, I'll read from a dreaded sheet Then let it seep deep in ya head and feet unsheathed and cleave you into shredded wheat See my lines got enough homicide enzymes to actually re-enact columbine 9 or 10 times My photographic brains terrific aim can snap shot the cosmic plane and show every lane the 8X10 picture frame [Hook: x2] Now when it comes to being an emcee I'm the epitome It's gonna take a army of lyricists to get rid of me When you think of the weak, never consider me I'm stronger than the purist c**aine, come take a hit of me [Verse 3] The fact you think that you can end me is what offends me We can go back into time and I'll rip you up last Wednesday I test forensics under lab lenses My lyric infringes up on your senses, winces through you till it cleanses See your creative efforts are minimal I'm the information general who rips flows in thousand minute intervals I disa**emble lyrical imbeciles Ventricles limbs in intricate chemicals I mix and reinvent them identical (woo) My skin is full of sun ray minerals, so my mental is plentiful My torso extends 10 venomous tentacles Your intellectual pinnacle is embroil You can be the only individual left in the battle and it's not winnable I've never been the type to wear blazers I'm the type to engrave phrases inside of your palms with hot razors A sick brain my page vaccinates it, still it murders the patient Because it straight contaminates his blood platelets [Hook: x2]