@theprofessor,
My vocabulary is kinda like a pantry
jam-packed with packs of sweets, magic treats and family eats
Banana, raspberry, pineapple and apple, avocado and kiwi
Guanabana and guava, mango and figgy
Pomegranate, cranberry, mandarin, cherry, blackberry
Papaya and passion sweeter than Pamela Anderson's titties
I'm full of colour like a television set
My skittles get your taste buds tickling like a feather to your neck
When I put my rhymes together like two pigeons on a fence
I get eveyrbody jumping like your breasts up on your chest
Iller than chickenpox, my sick words spread and hits the rest
like a disease that you see in your skin when you get undressed
Intelligence and sense is what I tend to represent
I don't believe in Hell, playa, because Hell is full of death
As long as I'm living, I'll keep giving every single breath
to be accepted, man, I'll never be rejected like a cheque
Like a photographer, I put all of the negatives in check
and expose these motherfuckers like celebrities in vests
When someone autistic comes, you better show respect
or catch a deadly verbal beat-down like a lecture that's direct
Break me? Is that something a bredren's gonna bet?
All I see are two pairs and spectrums in your deck
My methods of intellect being very special effects
like movies generated with technical elements
Another day, another dollar, another dead president
Except I'm from Britain, so Queen Elizabeth II's on the pence
I walk the path of Jesus, His love and death I do accept
I don't want to suffer, the Kingdom of Heaven's where I'll rest