LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By KnowLedge

(Verse)
I was probably foretold in a prophecy,
but the only-thing this prophet-see is himself getting his profit-see
I lack modesty while jottin-ink
like what the fxxxs the point of a wealth of knowledge if you live in poverty
rap like Pacs-in-me, I must got-his-genes/jeans, find in the pockets hip-hop
you all are hip-pop, let this thang on my hip-pop yall until my hip-pops
outta-place,til then get the fxxx outta-muh-face
and while i'm on the track,get the fxxx outta-muh-way
cause once i'm in motion, ain't no stopping this Juggernaut
take the game by Storm,rain/reign terror, pray this brother-stop
fore I go Rogue, and become a Beast without blue-fur
on all fours,the Black Panther is the true ruler
of the Jungle,i'll make the lion/lying-king tell-the-truth
but they won't tell you this, cause of the things Malcolm X-could-do
with his words, I haven't forgot-the-dream of the Doctor-King
he had while not-asleep,been awoke since, see the dust on-muh-sheets