[Intro]
Uh, uh-uh uh-uh...
As I write this in college man I'm just contemplating
Will I find — alright, I got it...
Ahem... not gonna bother with my usual intro I'm just gonna go straight in...
Aight, wassup:
[Verse 1]
As I write this in college man I’m just contemplating
Will I find appreciation for all my dedication?
Kendrick told me a plastic nation he dread that like a Haitian
So you best believe I ain’t faking
Listen, how you gonna undermine me when I’m spitting gold bars
Dropping gems with unmatchable drive but I got no cars?
This that real shit, homey this that real shit
They be out of class, lemme take them on a field trip
They be on they crass, all they rap about is getting ass
Chasing cash just to blow it all on shit that doesn’t last
Said nice guys finish last?
My Bible said the last shall be first: I’mma run with that
See I’m straight outta Zimbabwe with a nice flow
Fresh off the plane, make these rappers take their flight though
Call it the dark continent — we shedding light though
I been eating beats, they wondering if I bite flows —
Nah, nah homie I don’t kick it like that
It’ll get messy when you see you’re seven times wack-
Er than the man in your ear right now
You ain’t touching the flow so fool just pipe down
And I won't bite the bullet either so don't jump the gun
Rappers see me taking aim, they should know to run
Plus lately I’ve been feeling like no one can touch me lyrically
So when I’m behind the mic, doubt isn't thing to me
Lemme let it breathe for a second...
[Break]
Hey, 96 'til nekusingaperi
The wait is over, I'm dropping maheavy-heavy wassup
Maheavy-heavy wassup, maheavy-heavy
Hey, let's get back to it:
[Verse 2]
Had to let it marinade
Best believe it's high stakes if you ever think of beefing with me
It’s well done, so my people can eat
So not only do you not want it, you don’t need it with me
The boy got it locked, and he keeping the keys
Hence my never-ending supply of dopeness
I stay on the grind in search of my magnum opus
When it comes to tapes I'm readjusting the focus
And only keen ears gon' notice
Hope this, new direction puts me right on track
I know that when it comes to tight lines I don't slack
So instead of focusing my energy on killing rappers
I'mma re-channel that to find my x-factor
To find the best way to utilize the voice I've been given
Every choice I gotta live with
Noise? I had to kill it so I could think clearer
My soul felt trapped but I ain't no Tiller
On this class-sick beat you know that I'm iller
Flow crazy, ape-shit, you know I go realer
Break it down
[Break]
I break it down...
You want me to break it down?
Oh I'm about to break it down —
[Verse 3]
Look: every track I’m killing it, that is not up for discussion when I get in it
I don't think you're getting this
Tried to get a read on me but homie you illiterate
I literally litter every track with literary devices
This is what my advice is
'Fore you hop on a beat, 'fore you behind the mic just
Put a little more time and effort and passion to them lyrics you writing
Then maybe you might just get to half my level
Haha... pardon the arrogance
When I'm in the zone there's no time to manage it
Bet these amateurs froze up, looking like mannequins
And even veterans prolly breaking a sweat and panicking
Cause I got a force and they don't know if I'm Anakin
I just tell them savour the light that I am packaging
I can't waste my gift on questions that don't need answering
So enough of the yappering, I present you the baddest yet
AKA the Boy to Burna booth down in seconds
Leaving you with third degrees, now go forth with this lesson
I am not to be messed with is really today's message
Delivered by yours truly, Yung Teez-R ending the session
And I'm ghost!
