Rap profession lisp multi dimensional Backpack king like I'm the f**in principal Lyrical warfare not fair These words worse than chemicals Yup never unacceptable I'm on course mastering my art Strive like Van Damme's heart in Bloodsport Pencil like a damn roundhouse sure to leave ya brain sore Kung Loa, King electric figure four To ya limbs, reaching for the radio I get spins muthaf**a a stereo Oh I'm on a new scenario Stay colder than Lake Ontario Here you go Smoking o's like Cheerios I can't hear you though Reach success so who I give the credit to
Will Smith b**h I'm a legend too Drop bars like Seven Pounds in the booth Been a Fresh Prince yea you all know It's no secret I been hotter than the snow Walking in some gym shorts like I just worked out I smoke a joint or two then I work out Tell her This ain't working out Pardon Minds been in the garden nodding out No need to shout the whispers missing out Moved across the town I see you found the phone with all them pounds Holy cow Were all one now No pow pow hit me on that pay pal