Divine Intervention Mr. Complex (Ft. Stophanic Smith)

[Verse 1: Mr. Complez]
In a minute I'ma intervene on the internet
You wanna enter the mind from closer, to intercom
And dot com for Complex styles
Plus how it mold ya skull
Ask Moulder and Skully from the X-Files
Those wild-asses broke into my crib, lookin for clues
Went through my rhyme books, I thought they were crooks
So I beat 'em like they stole somethin
I'm tired of shit - I told 'em for the umpteenth time
You can't battle me with my own rhyme
He said "Yo ya rhymes just so phat!"
I said "Ya don't know what phat is" - He said "No diggity"
He kept begging me, I tryed to figure how he
Know so much on this topic
Just then I noticed Ebonics 1 hanging out his pocket
I said "What's that in your pocket?"
He said "Getcha hands out my pocket"
His chin was slow so I socked it
He fell back and pulled out a gat, and pointed it at
And rata-tat-tat - And Skully screamed no
Just then I knew I had fractions of a second just to kick a flow
But yo, the shots missed
You can blame it on the rhyme invention...
Or divine intervention