When I hit the mike, 
I ignite like a dynamite, 
But I kick it despite, 
I'm a rapper of the light, 
I give the girls the delight, 
That they're looking for, 
I talk of lost lore, 
I'm a frustrated poet, 
Give me a rhyme and I'll flow it, 
You're feelin fine, 
But you're takin mine, 
Watch out or your health will decline, 
My man will hit you hard like a blitz, 
We'll continue these hits, 
Here comes the principal Mr. Ilgenfritz.

Comin back is the Shock, 
You know me from the block, 
Of south central North Bend, 
Talk about my boys, I'll defend, 
To the homeless, I will lend, 
I'm a heavy hitter so contend, 
Me, My rhymes will set you free. 
So baby please, 
Take it OR leave, 
I'll substitute you with Mrs. Gildersleeve. 
I look at you walker, texas ranger, 
I'm the shocker, feel my danger, 
Because when the battle is won, 
Stick a fork in me, 
Because I am done.