Pac Blood

The Shakespeare at 16, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but they never get my chin...
One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princes
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellent
I'm never in the present, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero cause my words give a ride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for em
Some say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride with the birds
Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it at? hood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not good
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mind can't listen to
Oh so original, nigga's extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop Pinsky
World Match could never be the one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a blue fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene torture to men, women and children
Memoir's sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next peace at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power than the one that wear a crown
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it at? hood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not good