, i thought this was a damn 10/10 when i read it over, i was spitting over a fast beat, and i was like WTF, I just said that. but check for yourself 
im not so used to using multis 
p.s. i put this on yahoo answers, they said 9/10 etc....
You can call me the bar spitter, the lyrical transmitter
Words so shocking they can’t be measured on ammeters
I send out over two billion volts of pure intelligence
And no one can take it in so they call it all irrelevance
But it’s the info I gathered over two million years
With the skill to destroy emcees cuz I hear there fears
They’ve been afraid of me since I started hip hop
It’s like I gripped glocks, making rappers flip flop
But I don’t use guns, I’ve never used a nine millimeter
But when rapping, there’s no stopping neither, no breathers
It’s rap 24 hours per day, mastering the art of wordplay
Letting my mind fly where words may, as my verbs spray
In every direction, but nobody’s words come in my section
Today rappers aren’t stating facts it’s like they guessing
Saying that they the best then, but it’s I who they less then
And they know it, so start confessing, I’m not one to mess with
i have to change my pass, I SWEAR, you know my style, especially you solace you friggin taught me 
