Do this, do this damn thing, yo
Ohhhh, yeah, I waited a long time for this

Word, @@#! back that %#@!, yeah, greatness
Ohhhh, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on



This is rap bizarre, another star in the making

Took lot's of patience, deep concentration
Sat back, !@#^yze your M.C.'S mistakes and
Realize most of y'all rap cats is fakin'

Like y'all is serial killers, and ain't murderin' nathan
Funk Flex, pump this, in heavy rotation
Place your bet, whose the next rap sensation?

Mobilize, regulate, a whole generation
$#&@ what ya heard, this is Street Education
Pluckin' at your nerve, like a stab wound patient

I feed blatent, styles still flagrant
Catch me on Rap City, loungin' in the ba!@&(t
Style, still gritty, double dart agent

I master the art, check my rap pages
They stab you in the back, who that? Smiling faces
That's why, I carry the gat in foreign places



Rap bizarre, another star in the making (ohhhh)

Keep faking, get your seat taken (ohhhh)



Yo, inhale this paraphanel', dart from jail
It's P.L.O., see me up north in your cell
Plug your cherry rich glock in hell, find your way out

Tunnel vision like we emburk, fight my way out
^!$$%z can't stop me, five seven seven tips probably
Serving me, enter my building lobby

Police recording me, yo, I got I.D.
So on point, pass you a holder with three felonies
Verrazano, horizontal move, first that gave him rules

^!$$%z can't $#&@ with P.L.O., for real
All that %#@! sound slick, but let's be for real
You a !@$)got life ^!$$%, that just caught a birth

I'm the raw suspect that'll tuck your eighth
Pistol whip you in the face, make you crack the safe
Man, you can front all you want on cd's and mixtapes

P.L.O. Style, ^!$$%z had to earn they name





This is Shaolin, what? ^!$$%z grab your nuts

Strut, rock to, what I conduct
After this verse, I might self destruct
Short fuse, overheating, blow the $#&@ up

Where my ladies at? What up? Wanna $#&@?
No disrespect, got a love jones for !@#%s
Big bag of dud, Deck, burn a Dutch

Fiends control your lust, look, but don't touch
Still Wu, keep the God-U, tucked under the gut
Rap lust, my flow is spectaculaus

^!$$%z doubt my skill, like I ain't real enough
$#&@ what you feel, that's why you still baggin' up
It be those ^!$$%z you know, that be actin' up

That's why my attitude's corrupt and don't give a $#&@
Fans rush the bus, to get star struck
I'm that same road, he's just loungin' in cut






Word up, word up, Streetlife, Size/7
Get ya %#@! taken on the spot

Rebel I (word up, be on starter)
Wu-Tang, Killa Beez ^!$$% (who request that?)
Forever (word up, ohhhhh)

Yo, pass that bone (you know how we do)
(Word up, Killa Hills, Shaolin, Shaolin, ohhhh)