i cant be beat, im too sweet, my rhymes r 2 street,
they pack 2 much heat, im professional, impeccable, so special ull,
go to the confessional, tell the preist bout the guy whose rhymes
made miricles, tha evidence is imperical, my lyrics are spiritual, but
really not clear until, u listin to the words i speak, you gotta feel the meanin cuz this shit aint weak