[Verse 1]
The Shakespeare of 16s, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my d*** 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
I'm never in the present, 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
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot s***
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his d*** sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til' she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this b**** doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these n***** is not thugs
[Verse 2]
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
s*** so personal, my mind can't listen to but
Oh so original, n****'s extra-crispy
Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
World Match could never be number one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric ? with a blue fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene 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]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot s***
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his d*** sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this b**** doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these n***** is not thugs
The Shakespeare of 16s, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my d*** 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
I'm never in the present, 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
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot s***
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his d*** sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til' she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this b**** doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these n***** is not thugs
[Verse 2]
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
s*** so personal, my mind can't listen to but
Oh so original, n****'s extra-crispy
Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski
World Match could never be number one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric ? with a blue fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene 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]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot s***
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his d*** sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this b**** doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these n***** is not thugs