Artist: Shawn Wigs Album: The 45 King Song: Projekt Revolution Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] Oh provoke, wind breeze, blow them trees We bought two half ounces of kush for five beans We pillage on the tour and the bus for six weeks Scramble for sheets, smoked out of bible papers It's the diabolical Theodore, you get the vapors We stuntmen, sky dive from thirteen five Bunch of rap heads, and still rhyme just to vibe Different strokes, blow darts for different folks Mash your black book out just like hex and hoax You only spit, Ramos lives on in Beat Street 2 Just like Biggie lives on, through everything I do Heart of a lion, the soul of Marvin Gaye And it's a shame that all the real talent passes away I'm here to stay, here to say, I got verbal degrees And these are just 45 darts to put you at ease I make songs, I'm an Ironman, Ghostface student Anything else, to say this time, wouldn't be prudent