--You Should Know By Now--
Buddah's lines always explode/ like human population projections/ these 
lyrical selections/ are, in effect, infections/ auditory germ warefare/ 
dare ya to find the vaccine/ hidden in the roots of Racine/ I'm 
schoolin' ya'll so call me dean/ channelin' chi to strike ya deep/ these 
stakes I set are steep/ so you wanna place a bet/ on who can test this 
vet/ there ain't no competition/ cuz oddmakers pickin' me to win/ if you 
love it, you my kin/ and if you hate it, where you been?/ better yet, 
where you comin' from/ to not feel lines leavin' laymen numb/ damn, I 
answered my own question/ I go in infinite directions/ at the same damn 
time/ cuz of my insane ass mind/ crib and casket: boxed in pine/ reflect 
on that line/ sign it to the deaf/let those with ears hear it clear/ pay 
attention as I steer/ with the foresight of a seer/ I appear to my 
peers/ which means I stand alone/ look at my subjects from my throne/ as 
they pay respects to the microphone