Pac Blood

The Shakespeare of 16's, dipping my ink pen

Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin

Painting pictures of me but they never get my chin

One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princess

Every time I indent, you can see the intent

Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence

Have no apprentice, style uninherited

Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellence

Whenever in the presence, eyes get wide

I'm the town hero cause my words give them pride

And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for 'em

Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for

Leave them all astonished, ride with the birds

Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words

Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid

Flow can make Gandhi grab the burner, wanna shoot shit

Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked

Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up

Make Sarah Palin deep-throat 'til she hiccup

Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups

Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood

Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs

What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio

Shit so personal, my mom can't listen to

Oh so original, nigga's extra-crispy

Bars so Bukowski, Soda Popinski

Little Macs could never be number one, your time's done

Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone

Langston Hughes with a blew fuse and a screw loose

Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook

Spitting like Kipling with a tooth missing

Tongue bring torture to men, women and children

Memoir's sacred, hid in the basement

Await my next piece at a formal engagement

Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound

Start to get more power than the ones that wear crowns