VERSE I:
Straight out of the burbs
Spittin fire that'll scold ya
Vallejo, California, E-40 shoulda told ya
Rolling over adversaries nicknamed boulder
So get out the way, it's about to get colder

Dusting off my shoulders while I'm stepping over roadblocks
Tipping over porter-potties, while yall take commode squats
Better check the credits, I bet it reads
My company lettering
ProfeticLyrics, everybody else is just settling

Writing's my calling, it's ok, you can let it ring.
Tried to stop me in customs, cause I keep on meddling
Fighting for 2nd place? Awww, keep pedaling.
I'm kinda committed to this and music's my wedding ring.

Yeah, I got the game wrapped
and I don't just wrap
and you can trust, that shyt you talking get's flushed

Wack rappers attack us
steady claiming that they're the baddest.
You're out for victories that don't even matter to us

Aint worth discussion while you're cussing and screaming, "Get out my lane!"
I'm on a jet plane, reclining the seat.

You gotta problem on your hands now
You should've planned out
How the hell to stop a young black educated man
Down for the cause
Won't set my standards down for applause
Not for the fame
This shyt's more than a monopoly game
Profet's the name
Betta step up on your property name
Topics have changed
and we aint even discussing your name
You gotta problem.

CHORUS:
You gotta problem
You gotta problem
You gotta problem
You gotta problem
and that's me...that's me...that's me...that's me

VERSE II:
Who am I?
I'm just a motha f*ckin regular dude
Paying dues
to a society that's ready to prove
They're worth more than the recession dollar versus the yen
Verses extend
It hurts to pretend
So I'm going in

On a one-way traffic filled street
Hitting donuts in the middle of the block
Hollering YE! (theoretically)

If you aint grinding then you better be
I've got rhymes for miles, while yall centimeter measuring
I'm the ruler of the school
Got the tools and the abilities
Professor of the pen
Lyrics seep out of my skin
F*ck a trend!
I'm carpooling, good gas mileage
riding on 10s
Let me stop....now watch em spin

My name is L-Y-R-I-C-A-L P-R-O-F-E-T
Spell it out phonetically
Put it in a melody
Front and tell ya folks, that you wasn't even feeling me
But we both know

CHORUS:
You gotta problem
You gotta problem
You gotta problem
You gotta problem
and that's me...that's me...that's me...that's me