Exhibit A —
I spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit
Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that Kurt Vonnegut
That blow your brain Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit
Who gon' bring the game back?
Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks
That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap
Right after the intro elaborates the narrative, the Architect gets busy challenging the current lions of rap with a confident lead-in. With an incredible blow delivered to the egos within *the game, Jay follows with bars so littered with meta that your SEO would gain top ranking just with its inclusion. Dropping names like Vonnegut and Cobain, the Brooklyn transplant solidifies his status as a true school savant by questioning the game using Ramo as a witness to know just how ill he is.
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-* the game = Hip-Hop