My poetical punch puts me
Ultimate imperial, lyrical of benevolence
In '86 I was the Ebony Prince
for '92 I make a big difference
Slash your rope and take your soul
and change you into a queen
I'm the king in this here thing
and now I'm rippin the scene
cause playin is for little kids
I go relax inside my pyramid
I write raps, precious like artifacts
but the style is a description
Because my skills date back
Cream of the Earth, and I was
And I was chosen at birth to be a star child
Reflect and inject in your brain,
I grab the mic and save the party
Life is a tragedy, but hey, it's just reality
but then I woke up quick on the double
Peace to Trouble, yo baby,
While I'm livin on this Earth I'm
she didn't die, she just took the trip
So all you drug dealin niggas
I treat girls like Nikes and I love to sport em
My brain blooms like a flower in
Autumn is fall, pardon me,
So here's some cash, buy a
new mic, I'ma rep this thing
Sneak to the jams into the parks until my
Droppin the skills on the mic
but you know the Hoodlum stays behind me
Mrs. [Name] you know where to find me
The heat is on, word is bond,
I dedicate this to [Name] and
designin raps really paid off
I never felt the need to get soft
A revolutionist, far from a sexist
But yet still a lotta ladies wanna sex
The god in the flesh, whatever I possess
and intellect will manifest
All my peoples that passed away
All my peoples that passed away
All my peoples that's passed away
My man [Name], bust a move
We love you, [Name], bust a move
My man [Name], bust a move
We love you, [Name], bust a move
Grand Groove, bust a move
We love you, Grand Groove
You know what I'm sayin? One of