A Star is Born

Let's do this
Let's do this damn thing, yo
Yeah, I waited a long time for this
Word, yo
Yeah, greatness
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

This is rap bizarre, another star in the making
Took lots of patience, deep concentration

Sat back, analyzed ya MC's mistakes and
Realized most of ya rap cats is fakin'
Like y'all serial killers and ain't murderin' nathan
Funk Flex, pump this in heavy rotation
Place ya bet, who's the next rap sensation?
Mobilize, regulate a whole generation
Fuck what ya heard, this is street education
Pluckin' at ya nerve like a stab wound patient

I speak blatant, style still flagrant
Catch me on Rap City, loungin' in the basement
Style still gritty, double dart agent
I mastered the art, check my rap pages
They stab you in the back, who dat smilin' faces?
That's why I carry the gat in foreign places

Rap bizarre, another star in the making
Keep fakin', get ya seat taken

Yo, inhale this paraphernal', dart from jail
It's P.L.O., see me up north in ya cell
Clever terrorist, locked in hell, find a way out
Tunnel vision like Van Buren, fight my way out
Niggas can't stop me, five-seven-seven
Tips probably, observin' me, enter my building lobby
Police'll cross me, yo, I got I.D
So on point, passport holder with three felonies

Verrazano, horizontal move, first engagement rule
Niggas can't fuck with P.L.O. for real
All that shit sound slick, but let's be for real

You a faggot-like nigga that just caught a break
I'm the robbin' suspect that'll tuck the eight
Pistol-whip you in ya face, make you crack ya safe

Let you front all you want on CD's and mixtapes
P.L.O. style, niggas had to earn they name

Rap bizarre, another star in the making
Keep fakin', get ya seat taken

This is Shaolin What, niggas grab ya nuts
Strut, rock to what I conduct
After this verse, I might self-destruct
Short fuse, overheat and blow the fuck up

Where my ladies at? What up? Wanna fuck?
No disrespect, gotta love jonesin' sluts
Big bag of dutch, Deck, burn a dutch
Fiends control ya lust, look but don't touch
Still Wu, keep the God-U tucked under the gut
Rap lush, my flow is spectacular

Niggas doubt my skills like I ain't real enough
Fuck what ya feel, that's why you still baggin' up
It be those niggas ya know that be actin' up
That's why my attitude's corrupt and don't give a fuck
Fans rush to bust and get star-struck
I'm that same OG just loungin' in the cut

Rap bizarre, another star in the making
Keep fakin', get ya seat taken
Rap bizarre, another star in the making

Word up
Streetlife
Get ya shit taken on the spot
Rebel I
Word up, Tion Sparda
Wu-Tang, feel the bass, nigga

Forever
Word up

Yo, pass that bone, kid
You know how we do

Word up, KFC, Shaolin
Shaolin