I be T_Pound an' i be runnin wit tha Hit Parade//
We be tha sugar you cant go without on ya cool-aid//
so these are my rhymes that i inter-twine like braids//
lyrically shining like like polished up blades//
my spits are sprayed, unfraid and it's you they choose ta slay//
and with great vengeance i lay these rhymes to break tha chains//
...That shackle me to these poverty plains//
so i'ma keep spittin' my shit, sellin drugs an gettin laid//
till i've got tha skillz to get away from this sharade//
...that i call my life an' keep tryin' ta play//

I conservitivley provide a way to verbally confide//
in myself so i can carry on to strive an' survive//
through all the darksides of my life that i try so hard to hide//
but not from you from myself cos my past keeps tryin ta rise//
but igotta put that shit behind me an jus' play the game my own way//
so that when i'm older i can say i got out of MY one hit sharade//
sorted out my shit an made it with the only crew that be great//
The mother fuckin', hot shit spittin, we be ryhmin you be chick, chick, chicken//
"Tha Hit Parade"//

That's all i gotta say.