Say hi to the bad guy
Mr. Prime Time
Chapter 1
The stage has been set and the game has begun
I shine like the sun (win some, lose some)
In action (I'm cold) like Manson (I get greusome)
I bulk up, the crowd can't get enough
'Cause I'm (so rough, so tough)
With this, my funky back-up
When I stack up I leave opponents for the ambulance to pack up
'Cause Prime is who I be
A menace in black but my name is in lights like a Christmas tree
For those who can't see me 'cause they envy (Why)
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Say hi to the bad guy
Atlanta's own, no need for other receivers to come in any territory
Mr. Sanders roams
Known to kick it for the scope, so
(Enquiring minds want to know about the all-pro)
Got you runnin' down the field
With Olympic speed I'm graceful
On the hoop court givin' 'em facials
Three hundred sixty degrees, brother please
I do it with mine, like my man Billy Reed (fill me)
Returnin' balls untouched
I'm rippin' baseballs
And footballs check it out man I'm just too much
I'm rough 
Yeah, so say hi to the bad guy

Chapter 3 as I comes to the inner slang
Some rappers give me pause,
I completely give 'em lip-smack(Why?) 
I'm wicked (yes)
I gotta be one of the best that ever be livin', don't even stretch
(You can't get with this) I kick this 
Like a game of kickball 
Throwin' these rhymes at you fools 
(Like a child throws spitballs)
So don't sleep when I, three, four
(Now I lay you down to sleep)
See, there's no stopping us
I hit like the mafia
Living like a king but I'm known
To put receivers in that gangsta lean
Say hi to the bad guy