First verseFlam, combustion thrustin’ new versions of verses over kids heads likehalos bendin’ ney brain cells like indo « n-o-va-shun’ definitiondifferent renditions of creations sorta like what I’m doin’, stylethat I’m usin’ – wordsmith meets rap fusion if that’s a category fitfor grammy like Source Awards then com-pet-tit-tors bet-tor look outlike Pack Jam once I record – « n-o-v-a-shun » the first, to influxinformation no relation to wackness instead pedantic – combating prosewith passionate passages surpassing the realm of gun to-ting savageshowever able da serve them like Mr. Belvedere once confronted, theydon’t ever want it cuz I got my Freestyle Fellowship membership but Iwill still get fit to, Ace-ya-alone – (I) »nn-o-va-shun »…Second versePresentation « ori-gi-nile » – ways of thinking « ra-shun-nile » ready forconsumption to each one suckered in or rather lured by each lyriccontoured to thee com-plexity of « n-o-va-shun » I, »nn-o-v-a-shun »bi-coastal vernacular enables one to become, a-phenomenon – a -« sen-sa-shun » ac-com-pa-nee-ing pa-rump-pa-pum-pums – « n-o-vashun »…Third verseFiner degrees or shall I say meters of rap and poetry combine to makethis one topic of discussion, you heard dat sh*t « n-o-va-shun »Bahamadia must be one of tha last pioneers in captivity, linking vocaltones and microphones to holy matrimony, each song composed in ritualceremonies – for sight exceeds that of modern day prophet Rambonie,(I)nn-o-va-shu-n-o-va-shu, I-« nn-o-va- (pause) shun ».