 I'm coming in first. With each verse, I build a curse. So rap can't capture. Moe D's rapture. And after I have you, I have to slap you senseless. With endless rhymes, don't pretend it's big. They show us dependence. And when this rhyme is done, your mind will become so trapped. And the rap, you've lost another one. But you gotta wait. It takes time. I don't write. I build a rhyme. Draw the plans. Strap the diagrams. An architect, an effect, and it slams. And it's me when I'm done. They build another one. I go...