Pernell Whitaker

Pernell Whitaker walk thru hell I’ve been in a
Contention for the belt spitting shells black Dillinger
The commissioner administer pain
It’s the game half of y’all should reconsider ya lane
Can’t rekindle the flame living in the past stuck
U bout 20 years late, already gave my last fuck
U looking jacked up from years of being weird and foul
Catch me rocking crowd cheering in the here and now huh
Top of the totem they know who to call follow protocol
To speak truth to power gotta grow some balls
With them So called taste makers
Sending em a hay maker, deadin em the grimy gentlemen
I’m a play maker black sheep verbal athlete
Batter at bat cracking backs not bashfully
Rather naturally I’m rather unique
Word to AZ I’m doing it immaculately
Yo Vanguard got the hand of God
Throw me the rock I’m a handle it like ShamGod
It’s for the fans of the art strictly bars crispy
Urban city vibes where the blocks are risky
Motherfuckers think they slick with their subtle jabs
Misery loves company I left from where the struggle at
Punching bag rappers u should be bubble wrapped
Cause a couple bad apples’ll fuck up a batch
Brooklyn to France fam you looking at the champ
Competition is done they never had a chance
Peep the foot work I put in work in
In the gym sweating Till the form look perfect
Black Mamba style launching rockets to ya domicile
Since a youngin been labeled as a problem child
Not a pop star do damage when the clock starts
Get knocked off… stick and move switch stance south paw
Knock ya mouth off ya face like South Park
You’ll see how far I go just to route y’all
And when the smoke clears, I’m the champion again
Pharaohgamo Po the Legend unanimous win
Yo Vanguard got the hand of God
Throw me the rock I’m a handle it like ShamGod
It’s for the fans of the art strictly bars crispy
Urban city vibes where the blocks are risky