PAPOOSE! Im here with the hip-hop legend, PremiernPremo I got younCheck me out now, behold lyricismnHaters try to cremate him but he still existnI'm limitless, envision this is genesisnI'm sippin' cris, spittin' this 'til I'm spiritlessnWelcome to the revelations of a lyricistnHaters try to cremate him but he still existnI'm limitless envision this is genesisnIma rep thug-a-cation 'til I'm spiritlessnThe revelations of a lyricistnI CAN'T BREATHE!nnI got the smell of death in my nosenBlood stains, I got this nigga flesh on my clothesnThe best kept secret, thought that I would never be toldnSit back and watch the clever unfold, level your flowsnCuz when it comes to them bars nigga, I'm godzillanWhen its time to sing songs, I'm king kongnwhen its time to lace tracks, I'm AIDS blacknnMotherfucker I'm a monsternYou wanna move a lot of work in ya hood I'll be your sponsornTake half or all o' ya bread like we was partnasnCollect my money in envelopes, like I'm a mobstanWalk through this concrete jungle like I was KontranLike dreadlocks I'm at the top of the roster (rasta)nHit 'em up and give 'em a seizure (cesar) like I'm a barbernCome through and put in that work with the revolvernYou wont, I would (wood) like tiger but aint a golfernI dont gotta hear your album cause I'm the authornWrote the period, the question mark, and the commanWrote the first, second, and the third part of the saganYeah I hear 'em say they go hard, but I go hardernYesterday, the day before, today and tomorrownI blood sweat and tears, shit piss and salivanBought the pacifier, the stroller, crib, and the walkernShine getting darker, you aint gimme a dollarnNo dramanWhen I see you I say thats my sonnNot cause you my man, cause I'm ur fathernGot a lot of verses, more hooks than TarvernUnderground king like ArthurnYou find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales, dont even bothernAnd your customer chose me cause mines is hardernNext time you bag up make 'em larger, cause I robbed yanYour sale (cell) dead like you need a chargernDaily departa, I'm known to bang that toolnPapoose, you aint never heard a name that coolnSpittin sixteen bars I'ma change that rulenSomebody with no bars musta made that rulenThe industry owe me a lot, this a payback movenRide the track like a Maybach, smoothnThey say text jam on you, but you gotta pop your gun rightnYou goin mess around and get popped you dumb hypenThey guns jam up when it's time for the gun fightnCuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twicenWhat would you do if they had a plot for your lifenAnd all you really had was a glock and one micnPapoose, walk through they blocks with them icenGo to they pizza shop, and stop for one slicenGet some garlic on the top and one spritenNow thats enough time to pop if you want right?nBut if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nicenCuz I'll stab ya whole flock with one knifenThey mad cause I got more checks than air nikesnIf I want it, I cops it on sitenWhen it comes to spending money I stop at no pricenI take a long time to stop spinning (spending) like the last dicenThat four powerful enough to drop both y'allnHad a whole block flooded with the high most squadnI could see straight through you like a hydro jawnMy gun bust like I aint got no carnA lyricist, when I look in the mirror I see a rhymenWhen I'm pushing my whip, I see a rhymenWhen I'm sexing my chick I see a rhymenAnd weverytime I squeeze my dick I pee a rhymenWhy ya man so washed up if he could rhymenI got enough bars to give you a three to ninenThe supremacist is ceremonial, masters in lyricistnDeliver poetry, vogulty above vintriliquistnWith splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesisnPut an end to this senselessness..