[TMD]  I bust the devestatin rhymes like a sumo flex  to put the crook in your neck, so be glad you met, the vet  who's set, to explode into the next mode  No time to be scared, just time to get prepared  for the fly verses I be kickin chattin through the speaker  And keepin my grip, like sneakers for the weaker  as I be gettin vicious and malicious for the suckers  Cause they be like scrumptious... MMMMM...  like snacks, for the cats that be starvin  And I'll be gettin it on like Marvin, so I beg your pardon  for the moment, as I be gettin suave like shavin cream  Then scream, but keep my balance standin on the beam  As if a gymnast, I'm in this  Flippin the tracks, for the wack, who need a smack, and all that  stuff cause I'm out to kick the rough  porcupine-backed raps, that have ya hot like the claps  But there's no cure, see I'm the conniseur  I'm pure like the coke like they snortin  and indeed this is important for the restless,  no more I can like stress  Get a load of this.. yo.. the styles I manifest    Styles I manifest    Now it's my turn, so listen and learn as I proceed  The microphone is mine so it's time to make it bleed  Feed me bread and wanted to watch me grow like a seed  but if you pull a gun then I would flee (see-ya)  But until then, I'll break wind, excuse me  Fan it with my hand so I can execute the plan  Number two on the roster, deadly like the third rail  and rhymes that I say now make my old ones like sound stale  Oh well I can tell, it's swell  Flowin like melted snow runnin down the hill  Headed for the gutter but I'm slick like butter  And mom's is my girlfriend, and no I didn't stutter  (so whattup?) So whattup with the styles I manifest  I switch em up like needle trains  Stay on top of things and come sharp like razor blades  And never come the same as the last one  And you can ask em (why?) cause I'ma surpass em  with the styles I manifest    Styles I manifest  Yeah, the styles I manifest, uhh  Yeah, ya don't stop..  Yeah, uhh  C'mon.. c'mon.. and ya don't stop..  Check..  And ya don't quit.. hey..  C'mon.. hey.. hey..  Check it out    The styles I manifest (yo the styles you manifest)  Comin crazy fat like the breasts upon your chest  To girls I be referrin, cause ducks get the cumsack  Ridin upon my jock as if I was on a horseback  Ride up the trail, gettin tipsy off the ale  I feel kinda swale so it's time to tip the scale  So I shall uplift this, cause rhymin is terrific  And if I get specific, my talent is like - gifted  as if the late Miles Davis or the great Sammy  Cause I be droppin that dope hip-hop, yo understand me  Once knew a skeezer by the name her name was Tammy  But didn't chill too long cause this hoe she wanted dough  So off I went, cause no money's gettin spent  or lint like loansharks be doin, cause I was out pursuin  rap stardom with the styles I manifestin  I keep ya steadily guessin, cause yo nevertheless when  I speak upon the metal piece, I gets my props  Feds are the cops so I bounce like shots  The bass drum be givin it juice like a tomato  Cause "Nothin Compares 2 U" which is me, ask Sinead O', Connor  Cause I'ma, much more different person here to stress  (whassup) the styles I manifest    Yeah, the styles I manifest  The styles I manifest  The styles I manifest  Check it out, the styles I manifest    {*ad libs*}