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School Em Hard
- Yo, you think you teachin' me? Man, what a joke,
- Bitch, I’m flexin’ harder than your dead end smoke.
- Puttin' grades on my back like a weight, that’s a lie,
- They don't learn shit, just watchin' kids passin’ by.
- Call yourself a mentor? Nah, you just a phony,
- Sippin’ on your coffee like you run this zone, G.
- I’m spittin’ knowledge while you cling to your chair,
- Talkin' 'bout lessons while you breathe stagnant air.
- You think you drop bombs? They barely a pop,
- I’m the Tnt, blowin’ up, you just a botch.
- Talkin’ big game, but can’t teach this fire,
- Classroom’s a prison, I’m breakin' the wire.
- I’m the street scholar, you just a pencil pusher,
- Givin' me grades, but I’m flexin’ like a ruler.
- While you scribble shit, I’m redefinin’ the code,
- You playin' checkers, nah, I’m chessin' the road.
- You tryna flex a future? That shit’s all whack,
- Bet you think you smart, but ain’t breakin' no back.
- Stuck in old ways, fallin' off like a relic,
- I’m a new breed, bring that heat, it’s electric.
- Thought you could school me? Nah, not today,
- I’m the king in this game, you just here to play.
- See me risin’ up while you sittin' in the dust,
- When I spit these bars, you know I got that thrust.
- Now I’m takin’ bets like my life’s on the line,
- You’re the reason that my grind stays so divine.
- So step back, teacher, let the student eat,
- When I drop this track, you gon’ feel the heat.
- I’m the hustler of wisdom, you just a part time geek,
- Out the classroom like a ghost, man, I rise from the bleak.
- This ain’t a lesson; it’s a lesson in fear,
- You the bell that’s ringin’, but I’m the one they cheer.
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