Poised potent poet
Positioned prominent rhyme dominant with mass Popularity
Lyrically aquire Property Properly
Poppa Playin his Position and been Proposed like a Proposition
Posing like a Polaroid Picture more sacred than an Old Testament scripture
Poisonous Poinsettia
Righteous down to the last letta
E for Vendetta speedin through streets in a Jetta
Pretend with pen?
Please...
Props I receive like slave owners got cotton crops
Pistols pop inside this Place and Police Polarize Pedestrians
I'm a Black Panther trapped inside a nation of Aryans
Polished black rose Peddles Pile on top of Puddles dropped on Purpose
And everything looks fine on the surface
But inside it's all one big circus full of short circuts
That's why I couldn't ride the Pine
Spittin it deep from within, where my neck meets my spine
Pistol P's brought to you by E in his Prime

PEACE