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This Is Your Principle
Some of you out there need a lesson in rhyme
Here to take you all to school is the professor of time
See, timing is a key note in keeping the flow
GBB copy this down cause I think you should know
That you have potential
You're not yet influencial
Maybe someday you can be the next chump on the late show
Talking about how you came from hood
And because you don't know how to speak you're misunderstood
But be realistic
You're not a rap mystic
You are not as good as me so stop being a dipshit
Lighten up. Take a sip out the cup
Have a listen to the sound of someone who isn't corrupt
I know that you are only 19
I could wipe the floor with you in all the places I've been
Ain't it enough you’ll never catch up?
I will always be ahead of you. A level above.
Stop the excuses. No more word abuses
No more a capella crap and no more style misuses
See what I do? From one line to the next
Everything makes sense but it's a little complex
So I understand if you want to back down
It's better than parading like a message board clown
One more thing. I know this is all for kicks
But there is no such word called Mathematrics
This is the newest on the rap timeline
The reason that I do this is to speak my mind
When things get me upset
I do not utter threats
I tell you that I’m better and to you I make a bet
And challenge you to prove it
Prove that you can do this
Tell you what you need is
Someone who will see you through it
Do really think that I am no good, or
Is it just because you question whether you could, or
Maybe you are just a product of a new brotherhood, that
Tells you fighting keeps you standing in the places that you stood
But, what good is that? What good is this rap?
How can I get through to you if you don't give a rat's ass
No calls. Just a little bit of sass.
A clue some of you but nothing to the bigger mass.
So that's all. Maybe last call
Maybe when I'm bored again I will rap for you all
But, until then, play the song again
Listen to the lesson until you can find the zen
Get My Shit
Listen up, cause I had enough
and now all you peeps think you're bad 'n' tough.
Think you can rap? Time to rap it up. Pack it up.
Get your ass in the truck.
And don't fuck with me, GBB, and your little family
of little GBB retards, thinking that you’re so damn hard.
This is the way that it’s done with style
This is the way from the old 8 mile.
Never said this was original,
Still the best rap in a city full of
Posers, shooting poses. Wiping crap off of their noses.
Damn! You can’t say that my shit ain’t cool.
Understand that you’re being a fool.
Talking shit, like you down with it,
But you’ve never even seen what the problem is.
Time to wake up, see what’s on the news.
Time to wake. Time to pay your dues.
Time to give you all just one more clue
Do you know who your talking to?
Now ABM, don’t know when
But you came on the scene like a little weak hen,
With a little weak neck and little weak friends
Could someone tell me where to begin?
You all just make me so sick
You don’t understand my shit
You can’t comprehend my wit
Maybe you suck too much
I am the man from “______” band
You are the spawn of the Klu Klux Klan
Generating hate. Generating this debate
None of this is real and it’s time to set it straight
Might not be racist but you got a nemesis
You could never be like this
Go back to school boy.
You’ll never even be
Quite as impressive as me
I hope that you can see
These are the rules boy.
If y'all think that you're rapping the best,
Give me a reason to take my nuts off your chest
Dr. Thugg you be giving no love. Give me a hug.
Better yet next time give me some drugs.
You must be on them to be dishing it out
Do me a favour, try to rhyme with minimal doubt.
Knew you were posing since the day you began.
But I see it clear. You are just a comedy fan.
Listen up and take a lesson from the head of the band.
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