Listen, when i spit on the riddem, I kill em,
raw like the Ball of Brazilians,
you don't war, cor the kids brilliant,
blood, im the heir to the throne,
not William, Wolfie, smart as King Arthur,
darker, harder, faster,
rasclaat, I kick the illa s**t,
it's like Shakespeare, with a PIMD twist,
lyricist, im the best on the road,
nitro flow, oh-so-cold, I'ma blow yo,
keep the hoes, I only want dough homes,
nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone,
no no love for the po-po,
loco when I rock mics solo,
I hope that you know, where you don't go thoe,
want it with Bolo? Must be coco,
its William back from the dead,
but I rap bout gats and I'm gangsta instead,
it's Shakespeare, reincarnated,
except I spit flows and strip hoes naked,
no fakin'-test my blood bruv,
its William, back as a tug cuz,
so real the s**t I kick now,
plus I don't rite, I recite my s**t now,
straight from the top, expert timin'
on top of that now, the whole things rhymin'
no more tights, now jeans saggin'
if I say so myself, I'm much more handsome,
don't ever compare me to rappers,
I'm so quick-witted that I split em like fractions,
my shit, I tell em like this...
It's like Shakespeare with a PIMD twist...