if i used ya dick measures as dimensions for my speakers//
noone would hear me, just like i was a stealth seaker//
prophet bout to get cashed up and sold//
this is a story that any nigga coulda told//
take prophet to tha streetz show him how its done on tha corna//
takin me in as a beer would be and alchoholic dream, cuz i'ld be unlimited carona//
take ya rhymes off tha cracka jack box, they old and stale//
this emcee is about to get smashed up an inhaled// (i dont do drugs)
criminal minded bout ta get put to tha test and they bout ta get stumped//
but then again they all too busy findin somethin movin to go hump//
fallow ma footsteps and you might learn somethin that will help you out//
dont worry you'll get better, so put tha dunce cap on but dont pout//

LETS GET HOTT.....

somethin like a little morsel to this dragon of skill//
when i get my car its gunna take you aghast, with tha grill//
aint use to punches and flow that take you away like a current//
takin this on was a mistake, i feel pity, but you know you shouldnt//
your skill could grow faster if it didnt grow like an artificial plant//
so stop tryin to elevate, you like you havin sex you cant//(refer to line one)
wear you like a charm on my neclace made of some hemp//(weed stem)(herb)
you takin step three to 0, like superman to clark kent//

peace i want to see what happens