[Verse 1]
The Prose officially
Itching with the original enrichin the beat individually
Jay Bizzy
Some of you motherfuckers still don't know who is he so
Brace yourselves cuz he's about to get physical
Very artistical
With the musical mystical plane visible fixture in the mixture
Right about now let's all get down and keep it movin'
Applyin' the science of sound
It's been provin'
In our latest taste test
In the last competitors face that faced us
We duel with mics and turntables and I can tell they aren't
Able to adapt to my rap so
Burn baby burn I'm
All up in that ass hole
My cardio vascular master fear, hear
Audio vibes stretch through the projects
The hood, the barrio in the yard we come hard
Young biddies shake they ass and titties to it
I don't see nothing wrong it's all music

P-R-O-S-E
It's who we are come front and center let's spar
Cuz these are the prose
[Verse 2]
Good afternoon how do you do
It's time that we introduce the crew that gets you loose and who you think it is
Pep love and Jay Biz
The undisputed reputed champions got
You in a clutch we come through with touch of what you need
T master the mics split the blunt
Cas got the weed
Let's get, fresh in the flesh
Then, exit stage left
Cuz now I think we got this shit perfected
Harlots be hawkin' us
Nothing they can offer us
But that funky cock and I won't be stop
See progression must be made
Me and my n***a must be paid on
Time or this spot gettin' sprayed I'm
Spittin' razor blades sharp
Lyrics on display of grade A production
Jay Biz made we got
Fury when you hear me it's purely passionate
Rock that shit if the Prose ain't mashin' it
I rip the mic and leave a gash in it
Circuits exposed in this here
Hip hop circus
It's all about money and hoes
On the surface shit shows
But my people don't know how deep it goes
Cuz these are the Prose
[Verse 3]
I talk with a provocative slang
And provide the vibe to propel your brain straight through the spell
If I can't feel ya then I smell ya
And I shall proceed to derail your devilish deeds
The Prose prevalence
Pose threats to those that profess benevolence
We stand and protest
This process, of elimination gets grotesque
But all we really wanted to make was progress development
Pronounce with bounce we raise hell and get
Profane and keep on burnin' like propane
We proclaim prominence
P-L is the profound professor makin' proverbial truth prevail
We prolific with the appropriate
Program that is promoting then demoting the weak crews we cruise to the pinnacles
Top producing the bump and crop
Proliferatin' then profusion it don't stop
Cuz these are the prose

[Verse 4]
My motto
Is I gotta get the dough pronto
With the dope beats and rhymes
Fuck lotto
Won't never ask to be giving life we have to be driven by
Self-motivated living masterfully high
Lots of you impostors pulling my
Leg get dead cuz we hit 'em up constantly
Bringin' the noose and a hook
Your ass has just been ruptured by the loose cannon look
The mic in one twos infuse
And the rhythm improves our position to make
Moves with precision of common
Place day to day speak
Express with the poetical texture every day of the week I
Testify to the best of my
Abilities flesh can I
Lyrically complexities
Etched in my being the light
Beams right these in the night flee
Expose they might see that
These are the prose