Index (Intro)

Index

I’m all about honesty/ so in my rhymes I thought that I ought to be/ the first page

In 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 mom’s/ 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 entry/ it taught me to express myself when I cried it let me/ see

Those scratched out lines that’s when 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 2005/ 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…