MP3 
Equipped and packed with a funky jam
Finished the touch, hope for the best
Behind my back, uds the band
Forcin' a priest to bless my cassette
Dealin' with armies of unbelievers
Leave us, deceive us, with rolled gold
Though the bubble-'o-soap ain't bursting
Who'll relieve us of the burden
My style's getting old
Hold a banner, panel of fans nod head
Judge unanimous for my interpretation
Ten for my manner of speech my man
I should be happy as a clam
I feel perspiration, sweat from my neck to my hands
Hands shake, though I hold a mojo-rope
I know the big dome heard my jam
But his eyes are fixed on the other side of the globe
Too much pressure is too much
I tap a fan's back to be my bro'
While the rhymes are bust, it's you I trust
Just say a little prayer for my demo
