Look
I'm schoolin' fools with my golden rules
Using spoons for stirrin' up these jewels
And cookin' up a feast, while they're chewin' on stew
You goons in the shadows, and guess who's gonna win
A true legion on the mic, while they're drowning in the pool
Who tunes in when the beat takes a flight?
Whose puns are insane when we're all cutting through the night?
Not about, the race off for the the fame, it's the game that I adore
Not about, the base off, it's the bars that I explore
And they're talking about words that sound like a doe
Disappearing like a Ghost in the winter storm
In this rap culture, no king's on the throne
When we're all speakin' in different tones
In this vast world, I'm just a molecule
Spinning the spool, and making my own rule
Never been uncool, and never followed you fools
I hit a bean, kept clean, and avoidin' a debris
A chaos 'bout to rise when I a decree, a new rap creed
You better sit and listen, while I paint this scene
When I came back to rap it was a totally different sin
Talk about challenges, everyone is here to win
I'm feelin' like I better have an answer to explore
Where a dick's seen, in a quick dream
Between the sheets, where the rich sin
A crime scene, but the rich are clean like Miss Jean
Shit he's kin with bad genes
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