“Behold as my odes manifold on your rhymes. Two MC’s can’t occupy the same space at the same time. It’s against the laws of physics. So weep as your sweet dreams break up like Eurythmics.”

Ah yes, those were the days. I am not necessarily nostalgic, but appreciative of this particular vintage. The unexpected flow…

“Many styles, more powerful than gamma rays. My grammar pays, like Carlos Santana plays, ‘Black Magic Woman.’”

the fragrant bouquet of wide-ranging references…

“So while you’re fuming, I’m consuming mango juice under Polaris. You’re just embarrassed, ’cause it’s your ‘Last Tango in Paris.’”

and the earthy, full-bodied finish…

“And even after all my logic and my theory, I add a motherf*cker so you ignorant niggaz hear me. Crew remember, take notes, as I sow my rap oats, and for you biting zealots here’s a quote.”