Conversations, Pt. 1 (feat. Empuls)

Sick with the whip like a Thresher Shark, tear your flesh apart

Going extra hard like narcs after the Escobars, question mark

On my crest of arms represents the quest I’m on

To hit you with lectures like professors when the semester starts

Ptolemy back from college on the mic and I’m dropping the knowledge

And I mastered the physics, gas, liquids and solids

Peep the words from the professor with the bird shit on his Tesla

This is raw rap and I never cracked under the pressure

I was drawing up documents, you was pawing at pocket lint

Classic flavor when I’m rocking it, vanilla and chocolate

Ricki Ticki Tavi tech savvy in the black Navi

Smoking little baggies while you’re holding hands with daddy

It’s the year of covert ops and coup d’etats

You trying to pull chicks, we want the whole flock

Crafting sentence after sentence it’s the academic menace

Fill your head like a dentist and keep it live with Five Percenters

I rap with wisdom of a hip hop historian

Going back in time to analyze rhymes in my Delorean

From Sigmund Freud to Christopher Lloyd

The self-employed composer only using douja to fill the void

When I say that you’re wack it’s a fact and I’ve got evidence

No vocab plus below average intelligence

Subpar delivery and silly concepts

Nobody takes you serious, like college bomb threats

I learned how to rap from the best that ever did it

Learned how to spit it and give the middle finger to the critics

Learned about ethics and perfected my methods

‘Til I was second to none, speaking in tongues over the record

Can’t be measured by metrics, deliver daily like Netflix

With lyrics so sick the disc comes with disinfectant