Empathy Writing To M.O.'s "Pushin' '' Beat

My quest in this game was purposeful, some call it acci-luck
How could it be when my flow is that of an aqueduct?
Anything I imagine up is golden like King Midas
Living in the Dark Ages, it's not hard to seem brightest
I've seen mileage like some kind of lyrical vagabond
I never made street rap for insultin', it's not Agrabah
Everything I rap upon doesn't end happily ever after
I was always ahead of my time, so I'm rapping a little faster
I can't be captured by the present, it's not Christmas
So I strive to surpass the future with Allah as my witness
And I did it, when everyone labeled it impossible
I painted a perfect picture and stained with lots of coal
The vision will not unfold until you actually open your eyes
You can hope for demise of my motions and rhymes
But when you float in the skies and await your rebirth
You'll come to terms with my existence not being made for this earth

I'm adding the thousandth word just to complete the whole image
I'm renaming my self Master E because I know no limits
Your style is so Plymouth, me, I let my conscience be my guide
The game is full of actors and fakes, there's no time to realize
Grindin' heels of mine like a bull in Portugal or Spain
I live in the House of Pain and it's unfortunate you came
Insubordinate refrains and your lyrics don't help your case
See, my rhyme book is fire and reading will melt your face
I'm a welterweight, but the knowledge I drop is heavy
Hip-Hop's my main lady, and honest to God, I'm ready
Keep it steady because it floats my boat, I don't capsize
Water paintings protected by the fire walls of my vast mind
Half time, let me give you a minute to recoup
I'm collected, no breaks, I ain't finished 'til I'm through
I'm a menace to your group, now your image is busted
A work of art, you can still see the finishin' touches

The E-M-P'll Say P.E.A.C.E