Skooled

I really don't know who
You think you are, you tool
Playing me for a fool
Now it's your turn to get schooled

Check mate
Perplexed from this text rate
I dedicate this to those who try to emulate
Or implicate we equate on how we communicate
Or correlate in flows that you cannot demonstrate
I run a figure eight around you as you duplicate
Consider me a quicker winner
You're a feather weight
Irate as you slated
Your facts are fabricated
So straighten your style
Or you'll be humiliated

I really don't know who
You think you are, you tool
Playing me for a fool
Now it's your turn to get schooled

A Stalemate?
By the look of your pale face
We've calculated that you're facing
A taste that we create
You see mate
I rap with a free spate
Like rain that forces floods to form
That burst through the flood gate
Your stuck in a muddy hate
It's such a bloody state to be in
Seeing green and being mean
Ain't all its cracked up to be n'
I'm being real with these lyrics I feel
Deal with what you reveal
With you ambiguous spiel

I really don't know who
You think you are, you tool
Playing me for a fool
Now it's your turn to get schooled