Elementary

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ms. Smith like I got the answer
I had my hand raised the whole class
You just look at me, you gonna look away
You not gonna call on me
I got the answer
In Kindergarten starving for knowledge
Waiting on the teacher, I don't think she knew regardless
A pupil in her class would grow up to become a artist
I left some of the kids, I'm sorry but y'all was lethargic
Okay let me get this started
Barrages of punchlines coming at you please be guarding
Your area
Who scarier
Criteria be sparking
The minds of plenty
Need a pretty penny if we bargain
Never a dull mental, my reflexes is sharpened
Contained with
A couple of shocking bars like I'm Raiden
Fatality
You battle me, one of us will not make it
So go ahead and start to make them funeral arrangements
'Cause I'm counting down the hours, minutes, seconds till you fading

Obligated
To spit these rhymes that get you cross faded
In a millisecond
Yo I been a weapon
Stop playing
If I press this red button on my composition start praying
Self destruction
Like that Nigga Boogie
I'm taking off in this game and it's often insane how I do this shit
Ice in my veins but lost in a maze maneuvering
Thousand of styles
The type to go wild, not new to this
Took me a while when I was a child but grew to this
Oh no
Y'all better pray to god I don't grow more
But it's bound to happen, like celebrities in photos
Or Neo moving slow mo
Pollution killing the ozone
(Woah woah woah shh shh, thats top secret)

Oh my fault bro
Stay hidden from society like Waldo
You would have better luck finding me at your local art show
The modern day Picasso
Move my stencil head honcho
Far as I know, I can draw inside these lines with my eyes closed
Immaculate
Jack of all trades and always passionate
End all be all
You'd have to kill my ass by accident
Manifesting excellence while on this earth is half of it
The other half is becoming a modern day black activist
Or a pacifist
Either way I'm passing fist
No handouts
I standout, let's keep it accurate
No survivors
I'm really 'bout be on some savage shit
Tired of these rappers that are being praised for trashed equipped
Bars, still making it further than some of the hardest in the game
Hurts my brain, and that's quickest way to give me a migraine
Find your lane and stay in it
Avoid this head on collision
Y'all niggas lie whenever you speaking anyway Clinton (I did not)
Short of perfection
Detonate your section
Leave you in recession
My presence alone a blessing
Any enemy that cross the line is easily detected

So be careful where you stepping
Or be best friends with the reverend
Don't need no weapon
Rhymes hit like a Smith & Weston
With no safety
I don't think that I should be threatened
But who am I to really throw caution
I'm always guessing
Let the wind guide my decisions, and point me in the direction
Them golden days
Stayed in trouble but learned my lessons
Life teach you as you grow
Hopefully one day you'll accept it
Grab your number two pencil
Sit down, 'cause class in session
Difference tween' me and you is I studied so I ain't guessing
A plus
Yo
Been this way since grade one
A1
Gaining knowledge since day one and I ain't even at my peak yet
These jocks are lacking wisdom so I chill with nerds and rejects
Forreal
Class is over nigga



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Writer(s): D.t.c, Matt Moleta
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