sound check and im already shakin...damn im breakin up and my name aint even been announced yet...
and yo i dont mean to sound stressed...but I know as soon as I spit that shit comin out my mouth's gon sound wrecked...
im a renowned vet...so why im shaky? why im so damn upset standin on this fuckin round set...
thinkin too much...i aint even opened up my mouth yet...cats starin like "wheres ya nuts? you still aint got a hold on ya sound yet?"...
dj throws on some wack out-the-south shit...im flowin now...matchin the deep words up...im still on the underground's edge...
and as long as i dont fall off i'll be the ill top dog...all it takes is a screw face to make the talk stop...
all i gotta do is hold on to a lonely cause of tryin to stay deep with no applause cause cats sleep on the flowin' gods...
stupid fans want a cat that can speak to a ho in songs...
next track he a theif who holdin arms...next track he pac...next track he mobb deep...get his whole image from off the charts...
new cat's hyped you recieve him with open arms...cd in your shoppin cart...
back to the topic im in the groove now...

*steps up to the mic*

"yo,yo...this topic is wack and im tired of it...the end..."

*ROARS of applause*