Teaching The Class

Heartbeat of a leader soul of a trendsetter, livin by example winnin like a go getter…so I…

Start right here constructin this thing

built it im the leader conductin this thing

Have to teach yall instructin this thing

Can’t pass my class im deductin your name. From the list of people makin buck in this thing, Need smart but chill people who don’t buck in this thing, Want those who can carry weight they ruck in this thing, carry heat shirt untucked with the thing, In our way you are fucked we’re crunk with the thing, Nail drivin simps and punks who think we suck at this game, Who controls the streets it ain’t you gang gang, Some coward ass mumble rappers cucked by the Ginger King, Wrapped all yall turds in a package mailed you to the past cause you got no future in this game called rappin while King Gingers rulin out here mackin with crowds gathered up they cheerin clappin who’s hard in this game who’s got heart in this game shootin for stars not fame who puts out shitty music rollin R’s where there ain’t, and who’s strivin, thrivin, vibin for the GREATNESS BABY!!!

When I grab my pen, I’m jottin hit by hit, then I’m like you playin ball stackin brick by brick, try to keep up but fall back u suckin dick by dick, hoes wouldn’t call now they askin for it tip by tip. Now we takin things day by day countin the incomin pay by pay smile on our face as we grin wide grin, and we stackin up the dubs stealin win by win. There’s those that think they’re like me not that cocky know there might be they step up wanna fight me find out I am mighty colossal with the rhyming and after that I’ll bring the action not just acting going spastic on you motherfuckers shoot through you like cheap plastic and it’s not that I am steel more like the wind that’s how I win. How do you kill a ghost that, you cannot see or aim your toast at, know I’ll throw insults love to roast then you clap back, but I am soulless I am the mountain not a molehill Ark of the covenant but oops you pop the lid now I’m stomping through your grass like honey I shrunk the kids but it ain’t a family movie with a happy end, it’s where you in a grave 3 feet down pricks I didn’t have the energy to dig six.When I grab my pen, I’m jottin hit by hit, then I’m like you playin ball stackin brick by brick, try to keep up but fall u suckin dick by dick, hoes wouldn’t call now they ask for it tip by tip. Now we takin things day by day countin the incomin pay by pay smile on our face as we grin wide grin, and we stackin up the dubs stealin win by win. a scholar of the art rhymin lyrical from my heart deep down its Spiritual knowledge like bombs victims missin jaws leavin em in awe, Of the genius pouring out my mouth, often hated most spit bars raw. Mine live on already curated. pen in my hand, mind cold sharp cut thru bullshit leave u in the dark. Don’t sit there give up and die in the depths of Despair is where hope is born where limits are torn where GREATNESS soars. Goody Life….been there before.