BEHOLD MORTALS... I AM, the one known as tha VOICE of "I Am...", Tha Archangel Metatron, After many many many many many MANY MANY years of ova seein' tha Earth... There came a time when yall funny lookn' mortals invented this shit called "Hip-Hop"... it was written yall, that poets who used rhythmic funk forms of venacular communications wit B-Boy flava and kangol/khufi headgear would seize the ears of other, far less INFERIOR humans... to enlighten and entertain the masses, To swing swords in raging street corners of The Bronx, Queens, Medina, Madhatin, and both Isles... they would be far more superior then any normal mortal who lived, ate, took shyts, feared a loving God and then ...died... uhhm,,, but then dixie land days is ova niggas and bytches... yall gon fuked shyt up whit tha rims and tha ice and tha shyt talk... YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE... you are not a crip, you are not a blood, you are not an emcee, you dont even EXIST in temproal dualistic HOLOGRAPHIC wireframe thought processes, haha YOU DONT! You are digusting, you sling pentagrams at my people with each peice of green festering phlem that infects your microphone... You do not deserve your title... or even your mere existence... Thats why I'm here... due to Hip Hop's current state of stupidity, I recieved permission to Intervene Divinly on Earth's Soil to embody that persona of an "Emcee", for the sole purpose Of ressurecting this Divine Artform of B-Boy styled Cosmic Communication... Behold Tha Metatron muvafukaz