[Racine Cipher:]

I triple dare you to scuffle wit my flows,
And get eternally cast in these infernal shadows,
With verses that literally make your careers ephemeral,
Like a still born, I baptize ya in my lyrical,

Furnace, and extemporaneously calcine emcees exponentially,
In Kelvin degrees, nigga please, I'ma be, the poet That'll walk you up to Purgatory,
Through nine cycles of Hell of Divine Comedy,

My fire'll scorch you, like the lost souls,
Exposed in the inferno's pyroclastic prose,
I wrote paragraphs of rap on the pinnacle of hip-hop,
Put me on your top three as I make your head bop,

With these Illmatic, mad charismatic, highly acclaimed,
Anti-Satanic rhymes that put heatin emcees to shame,
Mighty High knowledge be the name of the God you must praise,
Or get blazed forever doomed in these hectic cages

[Lazarus Zillah:]

Hellish riddles, stab like Devil sickles,
Halos hang you, crucifix blade maim you,
Trianed Catholic, rap shit shameful,
The Holy Nigga, plus a Bible of lyrics,

Like bullets from rifles, you feel it,
Chefin' like Raekwon in Hell's Kitchen, just listen,
Slice emcees, mic hand missing,
Rotund shit, I'm a conondrum, I damage the ear drums,

Lyrical redrum, fall from Heaven's ceiling,
Depart the darkness with deceased beings,
Flesh meltin', Hell's mouth open to receive cretins,
Shattered hope and dreams broken to pieces,

Get lost in the meaning of emceeing,
Burn like match splints, turn bones to ashes,
Matchless classics too deep to fathom,
I'm done with this nigga, Satan, you can have him


[Eddiebingo:]

Critical, your condition when I'm finished spittin',
Welcome to the gates of Heaven, here's your Notice of Eviction,
Listen, I shine bright, in fact, I glisten,
You can't fly with angels, that's wishful thinkin', pimpin',

I'm annoying like Jehovah's people witnessing,
Knock on your door giggling, with a grenade, pin missing,
Satirical, lyrical, ghostly, ethereal,
Just getting close to me would take a serious miracle,

And with High Knowledge on my left and my right,
You'll be reading dictionaries for the rest of the night,
Sequencing tracks, to sentence these cats, to a,
Crack in the Earth to burn on Lucifer's racks,

So, see you in Hell, fuckers, you've just been subpoenaed,
I'll keep you in my thoughts, send you some Aquafina,
And while I walk the land rockin' the bells,
You try and dig your way out of Emcee Hell