[Verse 1] The Shakespeare of 16's, dipping my ink pen Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin Painting pictures of me but they never get my chin One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princess Every time I indent, you can see the intent Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence Have no apprentice, style uninherited Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellent Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide I'm the town hero cause my words give them pride And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for 'em Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for Leave them all astonished, ride with the birds Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words
[Hook] Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up Make Sarah Palin deep-throat 'til she hiccup Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[Verse 2] What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to Oh so original, nigga's extra-crispy Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski Little Mac could never be number one, your time's done Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone Langston Hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook Spitting like Kipling with a tooth missing Tom Green torture to men, women and children Memoir's sacred, hid in the basement Await my next peace at a formal engagement Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound Start to get more power than the ones that wear crowns
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
