[Verse 1 Student 1] Watch my energy fly Then the enemy high up Up in the air, drop em, you know that the pen will be why Plainly Ten will be I 10guy, guiding the ding, dong and ditch Demeanor out my sight, no sneaky tricks to annoy Im going further, Im up in the zone Just leave me alone, goin for the kill Its always a game, always a match Matching with kings, atop of the hill Where I wanna BE, over it all Appalling you, you a wannabe Inver Grove, or any other city I reign They singin oh me oh my That motherfuckers something else Speaking water to the people, peep holes scan the mess Like hot mess number 1, hot mess number 2 On other side of world as me who with they mess? None but you But on the really rizzeal, readily prepared Thats what Im finna be now Finish yall off yall tyhrranoid And Im Ratchet and who the winner be now Beginner? Me? Nah, miles ahead of that and you The phattest crew of little twisted heads blunted And cruising crazy passing yous and all ya fucking avenues Lend an ear then cherish me Herd of verbs convert a priest, point to where his parish be Move scarily, you scareish The foes that be surrounding you Lu in yo line of focus you know he be astounding, too Astonishing, branded as antagonist in all they stories Storing all these tales in books of just paper Pay per every sneak diss and every attack turned weak miss Tactics would stay they way they was with skrill stacking up to skyscrapers So I dont think that Im gonna refrain Retain every little little Bit of energy to do it again Breath to spittle spittle I aint schoolin em off of the brain? I five finger fiddle fiddle With a controller, behind the wheel Or a gas station staining skittles For no reason, cool as fuck Only need me to know it Now I do, hopefully Ill say it grew, never tore Torching pieces and living how I want Motherfuck any rule Cause Im out here balling And I aint even a heavy penny fool AH
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