[Mr. J]

Allow me to adjust my antenna it's been awhile eh rapper?
Eh actors, a rapture the multitude of Coney Island
A couple factors are below me lyin' can someone show me crisis?
the eye of Isis, the fates, the oracle, this is Agent Smith
take it in, I uphold the balance in the Matrix, say what again?
I'll put a bullet in that pulp's fiction, who are you major with?
whom is your tailor, Bitch! don't you know I'm the greatest since...
Ali made rounds 'round the world, death to ya and make it swift
make it fast and put your thoughts at ease, you can't stop the beast
silver bullet in my hand ready to open the gate and wash the meek
push me off the beach and watch me greet the strength of Poseidon
my illiterate rising to immortality in the shells I'm hiding
make an ill remark twice, find your head in a vice a la Joe Pesci
heavy is the heart that holds that fault the crown is so heavy