"Checkin' Out the Rivalry" by Del The Funky Homosapian

I got 32 megs of rhymes to make you beg,
Another peg in the wall, I'm all of the keg,
For the narrow minded you're gonna find it wide open
The spoken word is never deterred, MC's compulsive lighters,
Consults with fighters of the hip hop press to get tighter
You need to be ashamed, no style, no name,
No continuity with all of your foolery,
Go back to the drawing board,
Make sure you're all insured,
Before you go to war with the warlord
You sound contrived, far from alive,
I try to survive in the world that wants my hide,
Your taunts collide with pride and silence for real
I couldn't be fake, it wouldn't be great,
I don't fall from grace I leave you all disgraced
Get a taste of Del and make your brain swell
Well I never fall off so call off your crew
They circle round like sharks that chew,
But you blew out the water before the slaughter commences
Upon my rhyme secure from four dimensions,
I'm pure in intention with cybernetic extensions
From my nose and lip, conductors,
They rupture your dreams and aspirations,
I'm being down with the Hiero amalgamation