's With no corner degrees, y'all tryin to pass the gology Check your history then I'm a Southside resident Holdin quarter bricks yo back when Reagan was President [Prince Poetry
the flesh I'm the funky, funky, funky, funky fresh Rhyme authority, rhythm console Hip-hop liaison, rap ambassador Do the daring, the king of the cut The prince of poetry
mentally locked to A hip-hop solid and all flow, flower I post up, together, better than Noah A cut, to kick it too, kind to the ear drum All true poetry
'm like a bomb and my turbo is the detonator The crown chief of the poetry industry Vocabulary that to others is a fantasy highly respected by the public at large The prince
grace Pray up above Slip on my rubber glove and dine Polish off the meal and enjoy some wine Relax recline Yeah Chorus Verse two: prince poetry Aiyyo
-wooo-wooo." They say, "Hey, we better split, And go tell Hamlet about this shit." So they run find Hamlet, they say, "Hey, sweet Prince, Your daddy'
nigga out here iggy actin up [Hurricane G:] Who that big flat piece of chocolate Sparkin it, rockin it, "uhh, uhh-uhh," rockin it [Prince Poetry:] My name is Prince
These little things I tell you is what's kept me here Is what's made it, possible, for me to tell you this story [Prince Poetry] Chuck Cheese! Everybody
grey from the attack, of the Mac-11, I'm a stray, bullet Nobody seen shit, nobody heard it [x4] [Verse Two: Prince Poetry] Gun balls of fire, I'm
agenda ......the extinction agenda ...Back is the incredible O-R, G-to-the-A N-I, Z-E, D with a K O-N-F-U-S-to-the-I-O-N [Verse One: Prince Poetry]
[Prince Poetry] There's a breeze, 34 degrees of heat Jeeps pumping Organized, kids in the street Bugging, brothers in the car with brand new pumps 50
my grace Pray up above Slip on my rubber glove and dine Polish off the meal and enjoy some wine Relax recline Yeah [Chorus] [Verse Two: Prince Poetry
, rhyme Christ, what is you deaf? I already told your blind ass thrice like blind mice But the +Price was Right+, and you was in the limelight Now every other
all, book my first world tour LP's in the store, I spit it if you want it raw [scratching of] (You better recognize who you're talking to) [Prince Poetry
get mentally locked to A hip-hop solid and all flow, flower I post up, together, better than Noah A cut, to kick it too, kind to the ear drum All true poetry
