Call to Victory

[DaPrince]

author's note: I fear no man, and I have no equal
cuz niggaz are niggaz and people are people

Like microsoft office, I was made to Excel
created from the essence of perfection, I never expect to fail
I'll always prevail, with every breath i exhale
I'll emit twisted lyric tornadoes that leaves beats in its trail
an earth-shattering rapper, Galactus, where's my silver surfer?
an infallible master, practiced at lyrical murder
I'm a wizard with words, no swords, torches or matches
no course of action leads to victory if me you're attackin'
While you slackin like a sloth, I'm craftin' plots to the top
so me take a loss? is a preposterous thought
every verse I produce is hotter than comets in sweaters
the difference between me and you I'll prove using every letter
A) I'm above-average, B) there's no one better
C) there's no one more clever and simply no competitors
I'm dangerous like Dudley so I do write with Ease (E's)
Excelling effortlessly while erasing every enemy
foes frantically flee when facing this furious fiend
I fracture feelings with freestyles, the frail fall to defeat
geez (G's), this gladiator will gladly gash the generators
of haters who happen to harass this humiliator
I'm the instant incinerator, the illest innovator
who's idolized, idealized and insanely imitated
the jealous and jaded can just get killed and cremated
by latest laced lighter-like most matchless matrix
my nouns are never nothing, neither not hot nor neglected
obviously other-worldly, my poems are all perfected
quit the questions, rest 'em and respect my razorous rap sessions
every second I strengthen so every sick track is threatened
(truly) testing this Titan's taking this contest too far
but if you tiny ticks want a taste of tremendous talent... on-guard
uncharred and unscarred, I'm a star who's unscathed
the ultimate, uncomparable victorious vortex that lays waste
a wordsmith who on my workshift will wage war like I'm Xerxes
un-yielding to Zeus, zilch, zero emcees can out-verse me
Your best bet is to curse me, but every verse is something beautiful
cuz 'I' am number '1', call me a Roman Numeral

[TJ Blaque Aka TL]

Why this joint sound like something that NAS would write ?!?

[DaPrince]

Uppin

[aLb]

The a, b, c, format has been done before, but this was pretty cool the way you flipped it. the intro almost stopped me from reading the rest of the way with the Microsoft Excel metaphore (another old concept). Other than that, this was pretty thought provoking.

Does have that NAS feel to it, i'll admit.

-why the hell would they give a talk show to four cackling women and call it the View?! Fuck where's my remote?-

[The Man]

Good stuff.