"Like Ralph Waldo I got mad science
see, bitches, that be Self-Reliance
And all the brothas wanna fuck with me
'cause I tempt 'em worse'n St. Anthony
lick 'em up like Missus Bovary
my rhymes be tighter than my corsetry
and if you wanna go c'est soir
that's fine by me 'cause you know c'est moi
charismatic like it nice and raw
aristocratic never been bourgeouis
Gotta flow that'd stun Thoreau
see this bling he be like whoah
I got the pussy boys be spyin' on
keep it wetter than Walden Pond
frontin' bitches they got bad delusion
see this world it never been conclusion
there's a species stands outside exclusion
through the riddle at the last intrusion
And all the sistas wanna hang with me
that's 'cause I dwell in Possibility
like in the morning you know glad I see
my foe stretched out beneath the Poison Tree
I say don't even try it if you wanna play
I'm the Ancient of Motherfuckin' Days
And if you wanna front tonight
just remember Tyger Tyger burnin' bright
I like the boys keep my fingers iced
'cause me'n Nietzsche we the Anti-Christ
Stand back baby I got the aphorism
Put'n all y'all in debtor's prison
Big C smoke those fine Leaves of Grass
Other bitches they be all low class
Stick wit me I'll get ya nice and lit man
Take advantage tap that ass like Whitman
See so yeah I got a PhD
still ya'll don't wanna fuck wit me"
http://open.salon.com/blog/carolyn_elliott/2008/11/26/19th_century_rap (Via E.)