A glimpse of me will have you searching your memories But as soon as you think of me I’ve already left

Beauty fell in love, a homonym of one, I’ll accept either spelling, Y or IE, son. Better said, Boys Entering Anarchistic States Towards Inner Excellence-one word’s a waste. Combined, three MCs and one DJ rule the land, Legendary crew, crashing MTV like Nathaniel Hornblower, man. Two words there be, all the clues plain to see, So ride my rhymes, as I Sabotage out, carefree.

I circle kings but wear no crown, A silent guard that won’t back down. Not wall nor gate, yet I defend, What am I that rings the end?

A bear of fame, one with dashes in his name, though most had no idea, as Hollywood is to blame. A magical forest is where I dwell, with many a woodland creature I call friend. Think of a boy, whose imagination is great, though in real life, he truly began to hate, the fame that this bear-of-his caused.

The carrier of death Many called me a plague I've been used to test science For the smart and depraved