Alma Mater (feat. Mayday)

(Hey on yer left)
(Over here on yer right)
(Over here on yer left)
(Can't ig me on yer right)
(Can't ig me on yer left)
(I'm still on yer right)
(I'm still on yer left)

Like what you hear or does it seem offensive
Some be apprehensive when they trip on gyp intensive
The lines were never friendly I need to blur the border
Typical for the Brix wayward daughter
Folx might find it Lil hard to comprehend
My fractured phrase- it tends to leave the listener in a haze
And they dazed-amazing becuz for what it's worth
I'm tripping on you floating while I'm being down to earth
Ya feel me? I feel you We right at the third
Clairvoyance getting buoyant with every single word
Cuz I'm multi-genre meows truly stays clownded
I ain't real rap well you ain't well rounded
Quit judging chyck solely off her dance tip
It's the root of the culture for meow so I make it
Try to break me down I'll be kintsukuroi
I be the goi (The goi?)
The su to the goi

Fit me out with that boom bap
Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that
Lemme drop it down on that boom bip
And blow you all away with how I do it
Alma mater—right back to the one
The source—right back to the one
Alma mater—right back to the one
The source—right back to the one

I got a spark I just needed a little
Boom bap
But keep it positive cuz we got enough
Gloom tracks
Still in the dungeon no dragon
Like a doom map
Cosplay MC without the cartoon rap
But anime-inspired like she's bringing Sailor Moon back
The game is big enough it's time to make room, jack
Don't wanna budge—you don't want me on a goon track
I'll spit it hotter than a concubine in June's gat
While you'll be shuckin' and jivin' like a coon black
I'll leave you permanently scarred like a ruined tat
Cuz I'm a you-don't-wanna-mess-with-him-at-high-noon cat
Lyrically flew over your head—like zoom that's
You standing there looking like a grounded loon black
Tried to tarnish my image—that's just a wound, scrap
As I prepare to wreck your career—won't see ya soon, dap

Fit me out with that boom bap
Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that
Lemme drop it down on that boom bip
And blow you all away with how I do it
Alma mater—right back to the one
The source—right back to the one
Alma mater—right back to the one
The source—right back to the one

I remember how trax were built at one time
They simply went on for the sake of the rhyme
And the verses kinda went on forever it seemed
Now we wrap them in lil boxes of sixteen
chorus verse chorus stop
Yet I live to give new boundaries to hip hop
Stay true to the bedrock but bend our expression
Ready for another lesson

DAT sound comin' from your homeboy's radio
That took about twenty batteries—I used to hate it yo
808s brought a level of boom
Kept aspiring MCs pinned up in their room
Just like Biggie said: "It was all a dream"
To wake up one day part of the hip-hop scene
So I started with a table, a hand and a fist
And it went a lil something like this

Fit me out with that boom bap
Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that
Lemme drop it down on that boom bip
And blow you all away with how I do it
Alma mater—right back to the one
The source—right back to the one
Alma mater—right back to the one
The source—right back to the one