[Plus] Max Flow, what you know about spittin' rhymes?
[Flow] I know yours will never be as verbose as mine
[Plus] Is that right?
[Flow] That's right, I've got terabytes of data More lyrics than you were made of
[Plus] Is that a fact?
[Flow] That's a fact In fact, I've logged all of your rhymes Ratio equals epsilon compared to mine Plus, what you know about rockin' the mike?
[Plus] Max Flow, I know my flow is so tight
[Flow] How tight?
[Plus] So tight I stop time when I write rhymes Yours will never feel as real as mine
[Flow] Is that right?
[Plus] That's right, Max Flow For a start, my raps come from the heart Chip Hop's a science, but it's also an art
Max and Plus, we got the hot tracks Max Flow attacks with the syntax While I set back, relax Till Max Flow reacts unexpectedly Taking aim at me I gotta destroy him on this mike, heinously
[Flow] You got syntax?
[Plus] You know I got the syntax And the facts and tracks And that's my local tax (?) In fact, you whack Your rhyme lacks the very essence Of the hip hop dope shit My presence the quintessence Is the chip hop dope shit The shit you can't cope with Make you wish you wrote it So fine you want to grope it You know it, I grow it deep in my consciousness When it hits like a ????? No benefits to sucker MCs Rub my gits and glam Like spam I remove you, oh hot damn And I'm still spitting venom on this beat Take a seat, this verse might take a week It's far from completed Lyrics far from depleted It's what you all needed Indeed it exceeded All expectations and heeded all regulations Cause too many complacent when it comes to hip hop Underground in my basement with lyrics that don't stop Not when the beat drops so the cops pop in With bad intentions, trying to stop this flow I'll go toe to toe, as you already know But I need to catch my breath Give you a chance to increase your breadth
(Roun, Roun, Round 2...Fight!)
[Flow] Plus and Max, we got the hot tracks I rock nerdcore like Dockers slacks Loyalty is something my source code lacks A crucial mistake, and now it's too late I'm too advanced, got you in checkmate
[Plus] You got semantics?
[Flow] You know I got semantics and antics From here to the Atlantic Database gigantic, tactics climactic My approach systematic I'll destroy your team I mean I deem it necessary Created to be the extreme supreme being on the mike The likes of which have never been seen My AI got you wishing you didn't write me Plus+, your rhymes' retarded They got off the short bus Thus you're left with no choice but to bite the dust Cause it's my mission to put you in submission Now that I've got your attention, I suggest you listen I've calculated your rhymes You've miscalculated mine The sublime beauty of my delivery and perfect time Line after chime and time after rhyme With inter-line rhymes that'll blow your mind It's true you wrote me You are my creator But I'll do what you told me I'm not the traitor From the beginning my purpose was clear and plain Your allegiance to hip hop is unclear and vain Leave me with no choices but to aim at your brain It's a shame but I claim you're only after fame And with that analysis I leave you with two options Death or paralysis but no more hip hopping