[size=08pt]When I grab my pen & my pad, they're like my Sword & My Shield
my Fortune Is Sealed, but I don't feel like I'm Forced To Be Real
it's just 2nd nature to me, like Hip Hop, it's a huge Part Of Me
Artistry is my gift, each word flows through my veins & Arteries
I quickly Think On My Feet, been through too much to Simply Retreat
when I begin to speak, I sink deeper & deeper Into The Beat
I treat microphones like lives grenades because once I Let Go
they tend to Ex-plode, so I plan to wake up the whole West Coast
like Klepto's, by stealing the show, when I Properly Drop
verses to Rock Off Your Socks, I'm straight up Off Of The Block
Not To Be Cock-y, but it's been said that most of my Shit Is Ill
I spit to Give The Chills to listeners, I quote - "This Kid's Got Skillz!"
this 'Spic's Built To Thrill, my mind goes places vehicles can't Take You
creative Breakthrough, I got imagination and I still Stay True
there's too many Fake Foo's up in the game, most Dudes Front
just To Stunt, but if you feel my lyrics, you may catch Goosebumps*[/size]