Prime-One - Who Am I lyrics

1st verse It's the return of the lyrical gunslinger Sir Prime,the white knight,a real humdinger Mr.March To A Different Drum,esquire So hold the pickles and lettuce and please,hold your fire 'Cause I didn't come in a search for trouble But if you want to bother me,I will burst your bubble I don't like drama and I hate confrontation I like to keep my cool and my concentration I drink in moderation,I quit with the ganja I wouldn't smoke crack for all the tea in Tijuana Oops,I meant China,I really take a shine to Good looking women and some real good vagina I know I can be crude,I am lewd and shrewd And I'm difficult to solve like a Rubik's cube I've got a lot of style and some grit to boot No doubt,I'm more juicy than a citrus fruit (Chorus) Chorus Who am I? If you don't know I'm the "vanilla thrilla," Vincent Van Flow But I commonly go by the name Prime-One And I will stay ill 'till the day that I'm done Who am I? If you don't know Let me try it again,this time in slo-mo Prime-One,yes,indeed,I am When I'm on the mic,it's like I be the man 2nd verse Second verse,the same as the first Sweet like licorice or a Starburst I didn't have to curse to make my points heard But f** it,what the hell? In the end,they're all words And I got a way with them,can I get an "amen" Can I get a witness to this? (yep) Okay,then It's time for collections,pa** around the basket Preferrably cash but I do accept the plastic 'Cause I need to lounge down in Mexico with A pair of voluptuous bis**ual chicks (I can't believe he just said that! Is he stark-raving mad?) Like a mad scientist that is pacing his lab And I'm full of vim,humor,sarcasm,and wit Some are not equipped to even fathom my sh** Biohazardous,'cause I'm most sick when I write A semblance of Shakespeare if he picked up a mic (Chorus-done 2x)