Aim to the Left

Makes sense to switch degrees

See I gotta make more cents, which takes more patience

I'll take a pass on the arts

Skip class and ask to take a course that ain't so useless

And prove it's, a more useful use of my time to climb high

Become a journalist and fly

Then people will listen to everything I've written

Well read it anyway. I'll get paid to say and lay my viewpoints

Whether it's a lie or the truth boy

My aim is to get it on the tube, I

Know when I'll graduate, I won't have to wait a day

'Bout to get major paid

I'll gain those A grades to gain my say

I'll even make the coffees just to get in

I'll even photocopy anything sent in

I ain't stressin'

I'll be the exception

Step on anyone in front of me just to get to the top

And I won't stop

I'll be a runner, and then I'm gonna work my way up to the summet

That's the way I want it

Be an anchor on FOX news and drop jewels on all these fake fools

Nah dude, slap up the whole news crew

For their poisonous views spewed

Ain't nuthin' you're used to

 

Now what's left?

 

He always planned to attend

Def Jam poetry slams

He said 'You don't know of me man'

But I'm still cash strapped

Instead of Jazz scatt, gangsta rap and dance tracks is where it's at

Where's my advance at?

I'm on my last lap, but still willing to change

Willing to degrade if that means I'm hitting the stage

Pass that, and I don't mean the blunt son

He'll give the same man dap who he once hung

Hang out at a bar

Hang out with the stars in limousine cars and bask

In all your glory and wear that mask

Hennessy pouring. Energy soaring

Ordering caviar and oyster and distant landmark touring

The label makes major theft, but you still paperless

It's just business, a flash in the pan

A little cash in the hand

A passionless plan

A newer model will attract their attention

Then these supermodels retract their affection

It's a hard lesson

 

Now what's left?