Remember the Name

Remember the name for when you make the check out
I'm doing a lot that y'all ain't impressed 'bout
But I don't front son I know I'll pay my debts down
I got all or nothing on me. Place your bets now

Yo!
A frugal dude but I do be doing the most
I tutor fools that I verse through to the pros
I suit my pseudonym
Equipped with a quick coup or a roast
To make the new school scoot like Scooby Doo viewing a ghost
Who gon stop me?
The kingdom is learning the fool is cocky
Ain't no wonder I'm the shit the way that I rule a party
Ouh you naughty
I don't look to the king for true camaraderie
He's at the hands of the fool and boy can he use some folly
True!
Who do that new new?
The Jester!
Who makes his tunes using voodoo?
The Jester!
Smoother than prune juice in a zoot suit?
The Jester!
Why rhymes could tear down Cthulu?
You ain't even gotta question or second guess it who the best of the freshmen
It's the Jester in every lesson I'm a literal letterman
The epithet upon the pedestal that holds the Jester's head reads
"Other emcees gon be eating my excriment!"
I'm the shit boy
Fuck you think this is boy?
I'm deep in it. You ain't at the precipice boy
My words loaded, wait 'til that trigger click boy
Then the Jester taking more shots than Fitzroy

And just for context
Fitzroy is a pool-bar in Montreal, where I'm from
So I'm talking about alcoholic shots, and pool shots, and verbal shots
But I guess cause of the trigger I'm also talking about gun shots
You get it right?

At this point, I'm just being repetitive
A pest to pessimists who can't pursue my penmanship
But y'all are sleeping on me like my words are sedatives
That explains why my street credit's a defecit
What? You gonna wait 'til I blow up to say "this guy's real"
"Yeah he's verified so now we know his rhymes kill"
I don't need my skills justified by going viral
But since y'all won't give me my roses then I will

Yo your bars are dope
Yeah!
And I love the attention to detail you put in your music
Me too
And your eyes have a little sparkle in them
Yeah they do
And your lips look so soft
Hold on a sec
I'm sorry

So next time your favourite rapper gives you bed eyes
Saying they gon have you biting the spot where your head lies
And you don't tell them that it's really me you fetishize
While you're picturing my lyrics in your head over their best rhymes
Just know I know you listening, I know I got you all revved up
Y'all are Penny and me, I'm Leonard Hofstadter
Playing at the long-game. I don't care that it's not sped up
One thing you should take away from this track is: Y'all better!

Remember the name for when you make the check out
I'm doing a lot that y'all ain't impressed 'bout
But I don't front son I know I'll pay my debts down
I got all or nothing on me. Place your bets now!