Prince..By Fauver Colton

Come on Come Come Come Come on..

Whats wrong? I been waitin too long.. to get me shine on

Dats why I was born. Swag so strong.. I swear it is foreign.

I am never borin.. Let me check the storage, and take out

The garbage, don’t deal wit carnage I be flyin high, soarin,

I take the advice from the ones before me. Cause they mad

Nice, to start with out me, I am white but its brown inside me,

Wit all dese birds flyin around me? Why Why Why not

Gon and crown me.. I can be a Prince, but you jus found me.

Check da mic check the  sound please, Don’t need points yeah, brownie

I am different…from the rest…swift wit the words…dat you can bet.

Whats next?, on the way to the top, but you don’t haveta stop,

Keep goin, ya not dead, like a T-rex, I’m here to help,

Don’t cop the style from the Best, Jus do your own,

Be MATure, you claim you grown,  aint nun wrong with

Doin the work, we reaped, and the product we sown,

We be Loud just like Rih Rih, you see, gotta keep up wit the beat,

We need it.. cause  they be bleapin my beats. But they be

Putting dis on re re re repeat. Style so neat

Well organized, competition be doin suicide,

Cause I got that pesticide, Got more fans den China..

They be tryn to ride.. Energy like Keri so Live..Thats right

But I love Left Eye. Rest in Peace.. she sending me them

Heavenly raps, that would snap that crap that we hearin

Now.. fact ..I am the Prince that’s here to stop that..