made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
painting pictures of me but they never get my chin
one writing scriptures bringing tears to the princess
hanging on the every sentence
laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellence
i'm the town hero cause my words give them pride
and what they feel inside
i say the perfect words for 'em
some say i'm a prophet with the visions i get cursed for
leave them all astonished
make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words
flow can make gandhi grab the burner
rhymes that make the pope wanna get his dick sucked
had virgin mary doing lines in the pick-up
make sarah palin deep-throat 'til she hiccup
had t.d. jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups
thought i wrote it in pac blood
told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
what's in the portfolio? sicker than polio
little macs could never be number one
bomb filling smelling like napalm
langston hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose
maya angelou abused child with her notebook
spitting like kipling with a tooth missing
tongue bring torture to men
await my next piece at a formal engagement
crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
start to get more power than the ones that wear crowns