session

Yeah, uh-huh
Listen close, the lesson starts(Verse 1)
Class in session, kick drum chalk,
Snare line talk, we entertain the block.
With every drop, tempo lights on,
Peace, love, unity, safely having fun.
Let the culture lead the plot,
Rap is what we do, but hip-hop's how we live,
So the rhythm's a responsibility, not a prop.(Verse 2)
I turn sound into solace, each note a new hue,
Canvas is the cadence, brush strokes breaking through.
Never stop the motion, the groove's a constant flow,
Sixteenth grids with triplet slurs, watch the knowledge grow.
I teach timing like a lab where the metronomes talk,
Temple in the tempo, archives in the rhyme, we walk.(Verse 3)
Preserve the craft while we still evolve the walk,
Knowledge of self in the verse, mirror made of bars.
Reflection sharpened when the doubts knock,
I make the hook a homeroom versus the curriculum.
Bridges where communities cross, turn the booth to a lecture hall,
But the homework's healing, every take pays trauma's cost.
Low register sermon, high-minded service of base hum,
With the conscience embossed, no gimmicks in the lesson plan,
Just truth with rhythm and rhythm that never gets lost.
I cite the elders, then cite the streets,
Temple practices in every cop play tossed.(Pre-Chorus/Hook)
Pain paints paintings, yes, but I frame them in measure so the healing's not glossed.
Call it edutainment, make the knowledge not,
Let the melody carry the cause.
When the snare snaps, it underlines the thesis,
When the kick lands, it closes the cause.(Chorus)
If rhythm is a right, then silence is a choice,
We fill it with voices that lift and applaud.
Every bar a rung on the ladder out the pain,
Climb, breathe, plant seeds in the side,
Every show a study group, cipher turns to counsel when the truth gets broad.(Pre-Chorus/Hook)
Pain paints paintings, but music primes the canvas,
Let the colors dry inside the drum.
Edutain the city, teach with groove,
Learn with love, let the chorus make us one.(Verse 4)
Temple of the tempo, culture in the practice,
Purpose in the run, if you hit a lesson,
Pass it forward, class ain't over when the song is done.(Verse 5)
I learn to breathe inside the bar lines,
Microtime and shift that move a thousand tons.
Tears turn tint, scars turn shapes,
I mix the pigments with the pulse of the drums.
Curriculum of courage, cite your sources,
Ancestors, neighborhoods, mentors, and moms.
The temple's mission in my diction,
Preserve, archive, school, society in the hums.(Pre-Chorus/Hook)
Not a playlist trick, this is praxis,
Knowledge woven tight like heads on a once.
When the baseline shoulders weight,
The hook becomes a hand that helps you run.(Chorus)
Pain paints paintings, so I hang 'em where the youth can
See a rising sun, I'm grading on growth.
Effort over ego, pass is progress,
Fail is only undone, cadence is a compass.
Every pivot points to peace beyond the puss,
And the shove, unity in practice, fun in safety.(Bridge)
Culture is a lighthouse too

multisyllabic stacking phonetics, calm confident chopper rapping, male vocals down pitched, rapid melodic flow,166 bpm