[Verse 1] (00:18)
Yo, Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers/
For the pack of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked/
The stylish pen to a pack of paper to written letters/
These bars are like criminal charges, you know they stick/
Trynna make history with my Afro Pik/
Them boys line up for D but forgot the fence/
Looking for the light sounds like common sense/
Not really too common now, hence the hints/
Back when I ain't have a pinch of pence in my pockets/
It was tough but not too hard like the science for rockets/
Keep my eye on the third level, the tower is watching/
Black gods on the walls, carved all over/
From the pharaohs, the dynasties and Nubian soldiers/
Bloodlines from the kingdoms fall on our shoulders/
[Verse 2] (01:03)
The legendary, the honorary, the visionary/
No Rat Pack, it's Back Pack, the sk**set I carry/
Tends to vary with the different styles that I parry/
Sword play, leave incisions--