An intellectual hood figga
But If Only They Knew
The many sides that make up this roc
A graduate from the public ivy
#1 Lover from the number one SUNY
Strate Truth and Rhymin’
That was just the beginning
Now all the girls want him to break that hymen
They all want to Touch A Star*
But he just keep saying Let Her Be
Sharing his secrets with Me, My Book, & Henessy
Never a Pretender
He’s The Realest dude I know
No Trey Songz
But he just Gotta Make It
“It isn’t after autumn so
He can’t fall back”
Got so much to say
He let the beat talk
While you looking for your thinking cap
Making his own way
Not hanging on to any coat tails
Missed calls
Haters get the Voicemail
Aint no Dreamkiller gonna find pleasure
From his failure
Fist Raised
Like a black panther
But he can’t break these invisible chains
Living in hell’s kitchen
He got a way with words
That makes you think You Should Stay
No waiting in vain
Condoms and Dutches is on the way!!!!!
