Now all I’ve got is about five minutes, five seconds
Using lyrics as my weapon to show you a slight lesson
Then you hear it, you’re high steppin’
Give it to you like a preacher
Not afraid to tell it raw, presentation, main like the feature
You hear this Woodbury anthem in nationwide dance clubs
Holding DJ’s for ransom, now put up your hands son
Murderous hits like Cancer creeping like a phantom
The streets release my beat and get your feet
Moving like a dancer
How can the critics miss?
I’m well known like Genesis
The number one lyricist, you’ll be like, “Damn, will he finish this?”
I don’t know a soul that’s due to harm me
Go ahead, bring your knowledge and we’ll battle like an army
My lyrics will scar thee
Leave you in deep depression
Knowing a rookie MC hit you off from confession
It’s a blessing that I’m given this pen and paper
Whether now or later, listening to this CD is a favor
Listen to the hook, you can’t read it like a book
Yes, you will be shook
Take a look into the effort that I steadily input

(Chorus)
Ever know an MC coming from trash in the past?
Lifting spirits of these people, lyrics lethal, and they’re fast
Ever know a young man with so much talent?
That you just look at his world, and it makes yours look like a love ballad
Ever try to know a young man a little less fortunate?
He’s not driving a Lexus, but he’s driving a Stanza or a Corsica
All of you who know me, always ignoring, though you heard me
Second expression, verse two, huh…this is getting dirty

For a description, I stand six-foot tall, one hundred and eighty pounds
I’m not a thug, I’m not a prep…I just like the way it sounds
I have brown hair, hazel eyes…a fit stomach and muscle thighs
Five percent body fat that you notice when I arrive
I’m a laid back brother, slinging raps like no other
Coming straight from the gutter, Preppy Thug mothafucka
Tell your mothers, tell your daddy
Mad at me? Think I’m tacky?
Quick like McNair, huh, **and you’ll never sack me**
Or Eddie George, **never tackle me**
Forget about the curse words, this is a masterpiece
Talking slick rattles me, tickles my funny bone
Quick with the microphone, and I’m not afraid to let it show
Excuse me; I’m upfront as I lay these beats
Calling your best friend a punk, both trying to grab my front row seats
Well-known local artist with an integrated style
Literary miles run with an imitated smile
Down and dirty in a drastic situation
Sitting in perspiration during massive meditation

(Chorus)
Ever know an MC coming from trash in the past?
Lifting spirits of these people, lyrics lethal, and they’re fast
Ever know a young man with so much talent?
That you just look at his world, and it makes yours look like a love ballad
Ever try to know a young man a little less fortunate?
He’s not driving a Lexus, but he’s driving a Stanza or a Corsica
Ever known a man who was destined to be a vocalist?
You’re listening straight from the heart, now here’s your third dosage

Now, I’m approaching twenty-one in the year 2003
Reading Source and Vibe magazines
Twisted bed sheets with only half-a-dream
Satin themes going through your head when you sight this
Wondering how many will try and recite this, or ever like this
Will you support me?
Will the label divorce me?
You wanna hear more of me
Hold up, it’s coming, don’t force me
Now I’m a keep it clean, now that wasn’t bad was it?
The second dose was a little strict, but I had to vent on something
You know? Pac isn’t dead, besides it’s all Suge’s fault
Excuse me again…but his severed body should be cold on the asphalt
Trying to murder and assault; on a lyrical genius
Quite like myself, been this way since the fetus
I will haunt you like a demon, try and battle my facts
I’ll have your MC status on the racks, and in packs
I delete your cells at that
The cells that make you think because you’re appalled by my dexterity
It’s imperative I’m no parity…though it’s the rarity, my polarity

(Chorus)
Ever know an MC coming from trash in the past?
Lifting spirits of these people, lyrics lethal, and they’re fast
Ever know a young man with so much talent?
That you just look at his world, and it makes yours look like a love ballad
Ever try to know a young man a little less fortunate?
He’s not driving a Lexus, but he’s driving a Stanza or a Corsica
Ever know a man with just too many differentials?
Listen to this fourth verse ‘cause it’s essential

Now, how many times on an album of a solo artist?
Have you heard a fourth verse and still coming like the hardest?
It’s a tragedy and full-blown blasphemy
No one’s tracking me
You can cheer it and they can jeer it
Pump this in your speakers while you’re steering
Now what you think you see is a wannabe, and not my destination
You need to have a conversation…it becomes a whole new operation
You’ll see the man in me, the real insanity
And why I’m on this mission to degrade competition
Taking over MC positions without any type collisions
With any other kind of lyrically master-minded fiends
All in it for the money, filled with greed for the green
It’s not like that with me, and I don’t do it for the fame
My name’s still the same in this game I will rein
Now, this is my first joint and it’s already a platinum hit
Ice already wraps my wrist, people talking that and this about the dreams that I’m staking
Not quite taken, yet not quite bachelor
Preppy Thug coming at ‘cha, fire hot like a match book
Trigonometry master, nobody faster…can’t be captured
Now I’m tired of cynical, critical and ignorant kids
Saying that they know me from Adam, that’s an irrelevant bid
Tell ‘em like it is, tell me your biz
And what it is you have to do with me
Why do you cause me scrutiny? Thinking you’ll keep fooling me
I’m a thug, I’m a jerk…huh, that’s only YOUR opinion
You have no dominion on others’ thoughts of this process
It won’t cost less, and I might get smart less
If you keep your mouth shut
You’re talking crazy to Preppy Thug? You must not get out much
If you’re causing hating, or you’re the reason the genre’s fading you can bite me
All you do is entice me
Give me the reason to believe and succeed daily and nightly
Don’t fight me, I’m where this originates, one of the greats
Wanna hear more? Buy the rest, compact disks and tapes

“Thank you, thank you, THANK you…screw you, you’re a hater…I’m out.”