Index

[Verse 1]
I'm all about the honesty
So in my book I thought that I ought to be
The first page of my book is a short autobiography
About 'Verb and how I got to be it's heard melodically
Here goes the first verse, Stethoscope first start the beat
I started to breathe 81, April 12th of the month
At 10 o' clock a spank from the doc, and I was handed to moms
I cried my first rhyme to open the lungs
Out of the waiting room I heard my pop's scream "I hope it's a son"
Skip a couple of paragraphs my teenage life was empty
My book and I got mighty friendly through diary entries
It helped me to express myself when I cried it let me
See those scratched out lines that's where I tried to emcee
Further down the page 16 - 17 somewhere around that age
On the 17th of March I even wrote down the date
That's when the ProVerb emcee in me came out the cage
I sharpened my skill till I got down with Rage
Now it's 2 double 0 5 who can touch the Pro's style
None of them barely move me like a school bus with no driver
Who can bust a flow liver
And who got enough rhymes to be your entire crew ghost writer
The provider grow wiser than a story told by an old timer
Burning up the charts with more fire
Today's reading is taken from the book of ProVerb Chapter 1 Verse 1...