[Intro: Prototype]

Can You turn my headphones down a little bit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's good

Uhh...yeah it's ya homey P to the Hyphen

I'm real fly man

I'm real close to G.O.D. man (believe it man)

And this is not a test...just in case you was asking

I come with that Poetic Justice

[Verse 1]

I move words with imagination

Cocaine on a page, no exaggeration

And you can say I'm impartial to confrontation

But when confronted by a hater I'm uh exclamate em

Well know for being expletative...so what you saying

For black on black crizzy, I'm a native

I'm having fun like, what I'm spose to do

I order a shot of whatever's hot a pull up close to you

See...when molecules move at velocities high

Then that creates the heat that makes our time fly

It's science

Velvet Rope here to fore

Around this time, Gift would use a metaphor

My ambiance is like the perfect storm

I can sit back, relax and watch it all from the porch

(All I need is a glass of peach tea schnapps nigga...I'm uh sit here and wait for storm chasers to cut on the cameras)

[Hook and Verse 2 Intro]

Smooth shit...foreal

There's a such thing man...as being too fly

A nigga can't keep the Air Force off of him

Priorities get crocked...before you know, you in a jam

So what happenned...

[Verse 2]

My good man, it's elementary

Some good men get sent to that penitentiary

Some good men stay working for that delivery

While some deliver with intents on ducking sentence for a long stint

I...write sentence with sentiment

Not the sugar or cinnamon scented, though we far from the innocence

We closer to the gavel and the double digit integers

My peers is on the stand but I don't recognize the liver percentage of them

Do you...feel me like braille

I kill time with ale...chased with NyQuil

For fear that in time I may fail to Excel

Microsoft...Type in the loft just for your entertainment

This is Burghtown the Rhythm Nation

Your time flying and you losing patience

Or you crash and you burn...then you laugh and you learn

Or you die stranded, starving on an iceberg like, what the fuck happened man

[Outro]

Yeah

But until then...I'm uh stay fly man

On my NASA shit (oh boi...nasty)

Shouts to my nigga DJ

Xeno what's good man

My cousin Quest

I still got you on them XXL mags baby

Yeah...and I

Buck 50 shit....daaaaamn

Black Inc...Burghtown