My n****'s my name is AP the Phader.Im Hip-Hop's own Darth Vader.I know George Lucas might f*** around and sue me for this s*** later.But you can gone and called me Darth Phader.I swing the mic a light saber ,Im allergic 2 haters,And i ain't never met a person (male or female) that i felt flow greater.Im cold as a glacier.Holy batman im the cappin crusader.The brand new innovator.My s*** brinks papers ,so i can wipe my a** now and later.Dumb f**** its Phader.Im a rhyme creator.And im representing 4 Avondale(A-1),the JERK,Burnett ave. and Rockdale.The boys in the parks, all my hommie's know what it is.I flow fast or slow like Fifty.Like a eighteen wheeler it's shifty, smooth and swifty. I tote the four-fift, off my shouldith (damn) i meant my shoulder.I tossed a bolder and bolster.Just like Katt Williams my n****'s ill roast you, like The WU ill Ray and Ghost you. So Inspect my Method's U-God's.
"damn this n**** stupid and childish for this. Sounds like he burned a bridge for the simple sake of attention. he didnt even f*** though. id never put a chick on blast like that id be happy a chick gave me head i wouldnt put her on blast for it.…"