Prototype - Kasland, St. James

Specimen is showing dramatic improvement

Pulse steady at 85 beats per minute

Administering 10 CC’s of epinephrine

Pupils dilating, he will be the protégé

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight

With real silent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite

Kneel, then I pause, life’s a gamble, time to roll the dice

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

Kneel, then I pause, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype

I’m a monster, a jaw dropping lunatic

Absorbed every lyric in my mind, now I’m losing it

I put my bleeding heart and wise soul into the music and

Just wait to hear the kick and then I go in just as soon as it

Drops then I twitch, feel it coursing through my veins

I’m the product of a saint, metamorphosis, I change

Into a beast when on the mic, then I just roar, listen to James

To get the motivation I need

To draw my sword and spit some flames

As I was taught to, give y’all music y’all can rock to

Learned when to speak my mind and bite my tongue when not to

The trials and tribulations, lack of patience that I fought through

Let me tell myself with pride «there's nothing that can stop you»

Don’t even question my abilities

I studied all the greatest from the classic rock to real MC’s

And built the walls to my foundation patiently while still at ease

Then paid my dues through déjà vu’s

To obtain what my familia needs

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight

With real silent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite

Kneel, then I pause, life’s a gamble, time to roll the dice

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

Kneel, then I pause, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Dolomite on the mic, Han Solo type

Fuck Hilfiger, nigga, I’m the Polo type

No bark, all bite, fuck hard all night

Cream pie, all white, dark skin or light

All bullshit aside, 8055

Jeff James, Groveside, flow that the hoes like

.40 on both sides, Chevy with loud pipes

I ain’t heavy on hot side, I strike while your mouth wide

I hail from the south side, post bail from jail

Give them hell in my cell, Newport smoke in the air

No hair, don’t care, knuckle game rare

You scared, don’t dare, best prepare I want my share

I ain’t the one to fool with, I’m coming with the tools, bitch

I’m ruthless to the foolish and I suggest you cool it

Before you make me do it to you if the shoe fits

(I'm a mother fucking prototype), you knew this

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight

With real silent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite

Kneel, then I pause, life’s a gamble, time to roll the dice

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

Kneel, then I pause, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Response to stimuli is good

Heart rate increasing

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight

With real violent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite

Kneel, then I pause, life’s a gamble, time to roll the dice

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

Kneel, then I pause, I’m a mother fucking prototype

Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype

And I will fight the odds, I’m a mother fucking prototype