The Overseer is a being of infinite knowledge and rhyme power, capable of making the most complicated and complex rhyme schemes in existence. He is also known to be the source of every MC and rapper that has ever existed, whether dead or alive. His power cannot be comprehended by the human mind. He can also be summoned if a fierce and intense rap battle takes place, after which he will appear and bless the winner with almost unlimited rhymes and knowledge. His presence is known to make even the strongest rappers shake in fear, and he is regarded as a deity by the hip-hop community. This is considered his best verse: "I got to show my versatility. Double Identity, Double Life, tried with ill rhymes. My mind's killing me, the pain stops. Panel heads, its like raindrops. The same spot, same cops. The same brothers that sprayed shots. These times are hard, in sunset park there ain't no guard. Niggas get scarred and sprayed and played just like guitars. We shine like stars. My mind is cold like the polar. Soul controller, the mic is my planetary moti-vation. With ill rhymes and beats yo I'm embracin' that innovation. When I bring forth my creation. Of raw L's, fill it in like filaments and get the gist. Inner shit propels my wit to get loose and glide, I'm on the free Mumia vibe. So all I'm seein' just died. Tryin' to understand the candy. That straight away from visualize the day. That's decay, solemn dismay, display the scene. Particles are partly hard, and pellest enter my mental stream. Seems to me my rhyme cloud is greater the rain. Is on its way, the kings reign begins now bow and kiss my hand and I plant this in your temple above that pimple you had since puberty! Ain't none of this shit new to me, Over and who is he? From that crew that ain't and can't be beat. Beats and rhymes complete. Beats, stars create mental treats that eat up all the meat and meet Genesis! Mental vision spark like ism verbal exorcism art tattoo tribalism my wisdom's my religion and my envision my brains made of cell like a prison."