This verse still gets me 12 years later. He had some nice wordplay and plenty of  humorous lines. He kinda stole the show from Ludacris on this one. Get a listen.

Yo, I am going to blow up the Earth
With my Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator
Buddha be praised, you meditator
Drop Squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicator
The seperater of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking “Hay” without the Crucial Conflict-ion
4-Ize prescription: microphone. Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egyptian description
Of my physical, my flesh is weak and it’s pitiful
Spiritual is hooked up to the invisible
Umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Antichrist Superstar
Rocking the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw
While I’m hitting trees harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo
I kill villains in slow-mo for talking crazy in my dojo
Got nothing to lose, like I’m a boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with Bridges on the promo
Niggas wanna clown, I’m Homey and Bozo
Cause in the Grand Prize Game, my Life Calling like Jo Jo
The name sticks like Toto
I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
You similar to a Spice Girl going solo
You lost like BeBe, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We Cop Robo, virgo
Bust ass like a motherfucking homo, como estas?
Tony Del Negro, built to destroy these kids’ blocks of Legos
L’eggo my Eggo cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, elevated, I uplifted
The elevator, the esclator. “That’s not a knife?
That’s a knife!” Crocodile Dundee, the alligator rustler
Cause I hustle ya, under the China
Big Trouble, little sewer, but still I find ya
Cause I’m stinky, manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is blinky