Example

Yo, Cre Ole is headin to the top So you better watch out because I’m aimin for yo spot Mess with Cre inside the booth and you could bet you gettin dropped Like an addy in the ghetto with a tongue that is a glock Like a very dirty floor you gettin cleaned out with a mop Hang yo body like a decoration, nigga you a prop Baby Quan is gettin chopped by the lyrical reaper Preachin with demons in sequence, you can’t believe in the Lyricism that’s seepin, i’m really eager to feast like a beast Who’s seekin a meal that I could sink all of my teeth in to get feelin of flesh On the death and the dead opponents I’ve weakened, I speak with a devil in me I’m takin’ the fuit of the tree, you rappers ain’t nothin , you always be cappin You don’t live the shit in yo speech I’m the definition of a lyricist With the mind of a cynical sinsiter militant killin shit Like the Nike sign I’m ‘bout to put you in check Baby Quan ain’t a goat, he’s about to get wrecked/wreck-it like I’m Ralph With a hammer, felix-in this mess The battle of kids, I’m a king this is chess You alright, so lemme put your ability to the test