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Prince William Podcast #2: Barometer (The Prequel)

1/29/2013

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Just a taste test, throw it in your tape decks
iPods can get it too, every time I break necks
Yeah, I verbally spar, and audibly are
One of the illest, ain't no arguin', naw

No apologies for, all the pain that I caused
You see, words carry weight but mine carry the cross
Boy, that's hella hard, even for a metaphor
Who the hell is stoppin' me? Security can get lost

Step aside, this is how the best arrive
Phantom full of models, V.I.P. before I get inside
Dior. Christian when I'm gettin' mine
Labels wanna meet me but them labels ain't gettin' time

Business minds couldn't understand my storyline
History is past, but my future is my lifeline
It's where my heart reside, where the fire ignite
My only friend is inspiration in the ink I write

I live the life, no sleep on a red eye flight
Tokyo to Hong Kong, that's a helluva night
Fresh off the plane, I'm out to Beijing
A prince in the states but in China, I'm a king

They see the aura, no bling, they see I'm foreign, no ring
He's so handsome, put your damn hands up
I put it down from Libras to Cancers
All astrologies, never any apologies

I never cheat, no, every daughter is fair game
I Romeo 'em but you can keep the Claire Danes
I see it all, got every dame in clear aim
What a shame, I leave 'em hangin' like earrings

I'm goin' after every planet in the universe
From human earth to Jupiter, won't be deterred
I'm really at it you silly rabbits
So many tricks in the verse when they try to grasp it, it's really magic

Copperfield, I disappeared, but now I'm back
Foolish flow, I send it in, but not Iraq
Napoleon, I seize the map when I attack
Usain. If you runnin' fast, I'm flyin' past

I'm on fire, my temperature is never tepid
Yeah, I'm rippin' this rap life, but I never rep it
Number eleven, I'm John Wall, but more electric
They turn her over to my team just like Evan

Lookin' somethin' like Megan Fox, but more respected
I'm not impressed with any of 'em, I'm more progressive
Only the best, I'm so selective with who I rest with
So if she textin', I'm LOL'n onto the next one

The first pick of every college sorority
I must admit, my conduct's disorderly
Not arrested, but outlawed, my game's tested
I shut it down and close out. Darrelle Revis.
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Prince William Podcast #1: Mad Man

1/24/2013

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Verse 1

We got that 60s love, she Onassis
So I’m a Kennedy anytime that I stunt
I Don Draper her, now I’m tapered up
Up to the Windsor, down to the wingtips

Scotch on the rocks has got me feelin’ belligerent
I read her body, the rest of these men illiterate
These basic women are takin’ my lyrics literally
I speak in tongues, she understand it subliminally

So go girl, that sundress is so Marilyn
I’m in her state, movin smooth like a Terrapin
Identifying with only the blondes or brunettes
She break the mold, that black hair is to prove it

And black magic she practicin’, she bad as shit
Got me corrupted we Lee Harvey assassin ‘em
She Drew on em, I never question the aim
Promise she Will, so never question my name


Verse 2

Self-made man, I started at the soil
And elevated this shit until I ascended to royalty
Prince William, now address him accordingly
I’m well-dressed just like Gentlemen’s Quarterly

At the black tie with attire to the nines
She a ten, I’m the one like the difference
She say my air is too cold like Michigan
My discipline is only spittin’ significance

No budget, they know I’m better than advertised
Madison Ave will only get you to fantasize
CEO or MC, I can’t decide
Two animals in one, I’m like a dragonfly

Lyrics connect, create it like a mosaic
The best artists will never garner the praises
Underappreciated over overrated
And I take it to the grave like these records that I’m slayin


Verse 3

Son of a couple baby boomers
But all the rumors seem to come from sons of bitches
Reading gossip mags and keepin’ up on the fiction
Straining their vocal chords but none of us ever listen, my only interest is history

I had my grandfather fightin’ in the second one
I’m the rookie of the year, he’s a veteran
And if the man never let him come home
I’d never be tellin’ y’all bout the artists than I’m better than

Compete with elders, too far ahead of contemporaries
I lay it down like pallbearers in cemeteries
Take a number, that dotted line is necessary
I pass em up like 29s in February

The realest out, I keep it cool as I want to be
You actin cool, that classify as a wannabe
So the skills I’m flexin em like a workout
Promise I love her, but I gotta go to work now
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