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The muthaphukkin teacher said that she goin call ma moms

But with my verbal ryhmes, and past of almost doin time, I dont give a shit if its your ass or mine

 

Went home, momma heard the news and confronted me

Me and my excuses, I started saying "comon mom she fraudin me"

 

I smooth talked her daughter, shout out to her

I jacked her pen like Mahalia, Im tryna tell ya, she set me up as a failure

 

How dare ya? Said I got a F, but Imma be in your daughters pussy till she go deaf!

Im going take out everything thats left! Fuck Ritacco, Imma K.you.out like Paqiuo

 

Rock you out like Rocky, Yo, Adrian, I did it! I lit up a fire that cant be extinguished

My swag, flow and ryhmes, aint fucking hard to distinguish from the rest

 

Your about to hear true rap from the best, I tried to mimick Kendrick, and Redick's gimick

But to me its hard to process like Lynx, but Im tryna be Dell for the game so fuck these cynics

 

Im hot like Im in Pheonix but in my hottest days Im hot like Im in Libya

Believe me ya faggots, its tragic like Goran Dragic logic in ball, when he crosses, and breaks ankles like Justin Moss's

 

Pain combines with all the teams losses, I lost it, when her attitude showed, with no gratitude

Of my tries, with no lies, respected the rules, tryna stay awake so my English aint fake

 

I try to focus with the naked eye, but gets heavy like staring at a baked pie

She aint sayin shit to the shy ones, the fly ones shoes, im tryna pry one

 

And use it for my own use, cuz my pockets loose, aint no change or wads of bills

And when I loose my cool Im like in CoD with kills

 

The battlefield filled with ecstasy pills, giving the oposing team chills, no kills

Kills for us, mills infront of us, climbing it to the top, to be the king of hip hop

 

I want to be inducted into the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame

But I gotta be tamed because my ryhmes aint sane

 

I might sound like a crackhead after 10 lines of cocaine

And on the field filled with mines that leave you in pain

 

Im here for fame and cash, Ill take my shot for a chance, call me Steve Nash

Tryna win before the other suckas tryna climb the ladder bash their fucking dash on my body

 

Call me Papi, Mami, lets make a senorita and an el cabellero

Spinning records like a propeller, cut the lettuce ( spanish accent )

 

Im a menace, unstoppable, capable of hip hop skills

And trills for the hood and chills for the crooks

 

Lyrical skills, thank you English class, fuck you teacher

If I had a chance to, nigga I wud beat her

 

I wanna feature the best, Em, K-Dot, Meek Mill

The Game aint the best, just filling the game up with more pests

 

Frustration, meditation doesnt help, it like an English test

Niggas on the corner with bricks are messed

 

Drug deals, ghetto live, retro knives and styles

Good luck, be right back, while counting these piles of bread

 

A price on your head, I got street cred, but no one wants me dead

Im religious like Ned Flanders, my mans man-handles, lights up candles for an execution

 

All them hoes on the corner like loners, prostitutions

Think about your family bitch, dont randomly ditch people who helped clean your stinch

 

Although the pinches and the smacks smack you down on your back

Smackin the black outta you and black shit out your ass crack

 

Black cheek turnin red, and we all get fed up, but then again, they fed us up

And lifted us up, when we could've been slouching with no couch, I could vouch my parents tried their hardest

 

And through out all the years and tear shredded my heart is still here

No fear for no one except God O' Mighty

 

My beleif is strictly and tightly between me and Him

When it comes to hip hop call me KingPin

 

Cuz I could pin the King, and ring the alarm

Let the animals loose out the farm, and mack the hoes like a rewind of Senior prom

 

Me and my homies dot com, well connected, if i get the fame, the aint never gonna be neglected

They been here with me since day one, texting, asking how well my bars are

 

And Im going hype as Tarazan, or a Taliban with his Caravan

Who grew more hair than an Orangutang that just killed a dang enemy

 

Killin enemies with venom, my spit is murder with tendency.....