((Intro) in a time not so long ago, in a place not so far away, a young man discovered the secret to outlasting the underground. Being the generous soul he is, he found he needed to share it. Along the way he found (tag plays) and utilized his unmatched skills and abilities to create a resting place for this knowledge. The story is quite amazing and it begins like this (Hey!))

((X) I'm primed and ready to go/is y'all ready for my flow/you ain't gonna stop me tonight/flood gates about to
blow/(hydration (x4)/oooh/hydration (x4))(x2))

My flow is smooth as water/my game is rough as seas/my mind as vast as an ocean/you ain't makin rhymes like these/got em scared what to do/when i disrespect you/look how you cryin in the booth/you a grown ass man but you actin like you two/run away with the game screaming yaba-daba-doo/flintstone/get gone/lookin for me with a drone/then I hit the whip dance when I'm in the end zone/ballin like I'm Russ Willie/run it from the five, juke and make em look silly/rap Agress-ive, hit the Bernie mane/still blessed to wear Jesus on mah chain/skills progressive, gave Flo her name/I'm #impressive, call me OBJ/what more do you want from me/put my heart and my soul into ripping these beats/I'm flyer/than airliners/on their way to the Carolinas/finest diamond cut from the Emerald/better cuff yo chick I'll have her walking pigeon toed/leave my name in cursive where I slay it bro/then I ain't callin her back cause I'm an asshole/woah/I'm so/damn disrespectful, I know/I'm from the Sea/it's engraved in me/that's why I rock this green and gold/I'm heatin up like coal/buck wild and outta control/check ya safe cause the rap game I stole/yea, you know/DASH(X)now when I began/I was not dangerous as I am/now I'm bombin these fuckin tracks like the allies did Japan/damn/fam/I am/that nigga you would like to be/ain't nobody as nice as me/on the mic I see/these posers b/they got they recognition/without the proper ambitions/nobody questions they sentence/yo fans they ain't really listen/they just hear you/but there ain't a rapper that fears you/cause yo label writes yo songs and if beef started you'd get smeared dude//so why is you the nigga/that's always pointin the finger/you actin like you a killa but never could pull the trigga//you're fan-base gettin bigger/while yo skills set gettin smaller/all you talk about is money and how yo rims is gettin taller/but I don't give a fuck if you a baller/if this is mortal combat, my trick list is longer/if I'm mafia, then my hit list is getting smaller/know why/cause I'm killin these niggas that's claimin that they is the God son/

((Outro) Nobody can contest your input if you stick to your own soul but they can contest your information so don't tell no lies, and quit it with your God complex, there is only one high and mighty. The truest of emcees will outlast this shit hop era. Those making waves now may drown. The great hip hop prophet Common said art and opinions are made to clash. The question is and remains, will your art falter or survive?)(X)