(in the style of) Lil Wayne
Young Money boss, big as Rick Ross lady
Toast til I'm hoarse, tthen I horse til I'm swazy
Crazy - Nicki, Drake - go make a baby
Then raise him as a dope ass MC that'll pay me
Play me, I'm playing, jus saying that'd be crazy
Crazy as my life on the screen by Scorsese
Weezy F Baby and the F is for fellatio
Comin sideways I divide you like a ratio
Horatio, spacey flow, call me Martian Mathers
What's the matter Weezy? I don't think it matters
Average spread, head worse than elephant man
She wanna rent a dude like she cop a tan
But I ain't for sale - like degrees from Yale
Nah I ain't for sail like canoes in gales - (ha!)
I bump like braille - fly high like mail – (wha!)
Or quails through hail - style fat like whale
41st psalm on my palm mang
Bible ink skin, I'm a livin sin – daaaang

(in the style of) Jay-Z
Vision this, sapient species with the charmed life
Style frigid, stiff neck, yep, that chain iced
Cold as chains that held slaves over waves in the night
When the first ship "Jesus" brought black skin to plight
So we fight subversively, like Marvin, say "mercy me"
We unite universally, now reverse history
We mix the sex with greed, power, lust and need
We sweat, we bleed for the day we lead
And in the dark we feed till we seed the globe
Bust back and then ascend till we win the gold
This is Hov at his most introspective, reflective
That's Nasir speakin through me, change Hovi perspective

(in the style of) Nas
Now vision this, in the mist, planets line at dusk
Stars and space, new landscapes of new apes with tusks
By the moon there's rust from astronaut tombs
Back in QB the beast feast, police they consume
We fight wars til they build a new Babel on Mars
Then it's spaceships "Jesus" sendin slaves to the stars And you whine cuz yo car ain't nice as mine But we both share the same hue, we human divine
Cuz when Esco and Jigga both share the same mic
It's like Malcolm and King, beings supreme bearing light

(in the style of) Jay-Z
Pac and Big my man, on an alternate plane
You Ra, and I'm sorta like Big Daddy Kane
We reign, we past beefin, past drink and reefin
Hold ya applause, Nas, explain to these heathens

(in the style of) Nas
We playin chess in the dark - lights out, knives out
Gun to your dome, the burner bring clout
Walls is candle lit, rap with the sharpest wit
Who can pull the best quips, gain advantage quick
Her cough sick, she dyin, eyes like cobwebs thick
Chanel grudge won't make me budge, don't front no chick
Raise ya hundred dollar bill that we dyin rich

(in the style of) Rick Ross
Strutin like I'm Biggie signed by Diddy in a private jet
Let em in, the veteran is finna get the scene set
Cigar burning shorter, we been doing deals a long time
Choppin land like slumlords, money stink like hog swine
93' Pinot wine sippin out a crystal glass
Traitor in our midst then I'm pullin somethin fast
Gators in the mist at my Everglade estate
Rib eye cut, rare as fuck, stuck to my platinum plate
Fate once felt frozen now I'm basking in the sunshine
Grew from a rhyme to the tarmac in the summertime
Mind on an exquisite Latin dime I'm bout to visit
How her tan far from Mystic and how she tongue twist it Minute to refuel the plane, then it's overnight to Spain
Baby bring ya a-game, make me glad I stopped and came Maybach made interior, criteria superior
Crimson red details leave ya iris feeling wearier
Inferior delirium make haters faces numb as coke
Gold plated shoelaces make the same haters choke

(in the style of) Drake
Love me girl or not, love me slow, jus don't stop
We could drop to the floor of my drop or the yacht
You look Photoshopped, I just mean you look hot
Like I might burn my lips on your tongue, jus a thought
Man I'm tripping in a moment, this game I gotta own it
My style they wanna clone it, but I won't sell or loan it
Sometimes it's me alone with my pen on some poem shit
I usually don't smoke but tonight I got the bone lit
And I'm on my grown tip cuz she got them full hips
Cherry lip gloss got me lost, oh you so sick
I'm slow sorta stammerin, my flow sorta damaging
And my pitch bewitches cause I blow til it's bandages
Said I slice bread til we all fed – sandwiches
And we can eat for free at this spot my homie manages
The fame is like a flu that I can't shake or break through
Got me feeling feverish and even made my wrists blue
That's ice if you didn't know, I'm nice cause I told you so
My life's always on the Go, Park Place, cop houses whole

(in the style of) Talib Kweli
Don't blaspheme, seen the gleam inside ya iris
Pupils darting skyward - bums reciting my words
Don't ya know the eye looks left when you lie
And ya lookin at my right ear like you bout to cry
I think I can fly and see the US and the planet
Babies being born, men dying, joy to tragic
See magicians writing fiction aka politicians
Wishin they be listenin, usually it's sicknin
Wonder why Democrats acting like they shook
And Republicans dumb like they ain't read a book
Got love for Obama but we gotta see progress
Need leaders that're real, accountable and honest
Need MCs to bring back that old boom bap
Not these cornball corn fed suckas outta wack
Here's a tissue scrawled wit yesterday's lyrics
Stuff that in ya ear, listen clear, ya might hear it
But ya can't face my spirit, can't come near it
Respect it, antiseptic clean - sane beings fear it
I'm the chain Nat Turner broke in twain
Got game like game theory - sick of ghetto pain
Natti to Brooklyn, yes, smooth, cool and fresh
Like produce under rain or a dime in the flesh
Blacksmith be the movement, lucid and lovin it
Word to Mighty Mos it's still fuck the government

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