Got that super ill flow, just like Im pukin' the bars
Takin' aim at galaxies, no need to shoot for the stars
They shoot for me
You ain't gotta pursue scrutiny
To understand I do for others what they're doin' for me
That's nothin
Take a peak of my invention
Product of pens and tables, pots and pans in the kitchen
Prahjked the prodigy steady pursuin' a mission
For makin' it to the top with no clear sign of him quittin'
I'm a bird of a feather, Im a sting to a bee
You wont find another man spittin' words better than me
Because I'm P-R-A-H-J-E-K-D
A.k.a St. George just by the way that I slay beats
And I, wont stop can you define misbehaving
Kickin' you outta the game like y'all had missed lyrical training
I'm so complex, man, I'm just too skilled
If you're in my field of study you should find a new field
My rhythm above the limit I don't choose to yield
I was a king in the past life, now a one man guild
Spittin', straight from the page that I've written
Amazing everybody listenin' with lyrical precision
And man I'm glad
I really put the pencil to the pad, and converted all my problems to the resources I had
Like a sharpened #2
And a college rule, 70 pages
And I wouldn't call me pac but Im steady makin' some changes
To be your favorite artists favorite artist
So just face it