The beat.
4th Verse : Potentialz/ Prakash / Pilgrim. Its P im back to split the mic bless the scene with a fist of fight/ I'm left to excite with a right mind to ignite beam of light/ be surprise when i slice your piece of pie/ I'm quick to spit the quickest queak with a tweak of rhyme/ with a pinch of fate on my palm and a syringe on my tongue/ leave emcees in bleak when i speak i turn weak to optimus prime/ I seek for a reason to fit the season with a heat of region/ on this beat my voice is leakin', breath takin'/ I pour my voice in poison with spore of noises/ explore the forces with a cause to call my loses/ chances are enormous, I can't afford to close my doors on endorsements/ not for the applauses, apart from the courses/ had my show laces tight on my shoes to push foward/ I was pushed over to spit flame while people gettin' colder/ peeps watching this rap scene gettin' older/ while I'll be starin' at Warren G's poster, "Take a Look Over Your Shoulder"/ (©ILL-inguists.)
