Some of the best bars ever:

"Alex Haley at the root of it all
My quest-for-love just wasn't suited for ya'll and my black thoughts won't be muted or diluted
And livin' water can't be polluted at all
Secluded I be, too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin' me
That's your 15 minutes, you losin' 'em
They draw their conclusions
I just be just disproving 'em, my ink hold weight
This paper hold heat like aluminum foil
You're correct in assuming the soil is fertile..."