You hear the words coming from my lips bastards
Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words
The lack of respect that this man,
But let me inspire someone who can
Enough of the #wisdom i'm gifted,
The master of this rap shit
Who's next to release? we guillotine them
At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,
The race war, when it's us against all of them
Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system
Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal
Queer, discreetly you secretly fear every one of my words you hear
Picking words from the top of my cranium
Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects
Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,
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