Thomas Jefferson

Thomas Jefferson, I'm back at it again

Writing masterpiece after masterpiece with nothing but a pen

He has 100s in class, Benjamin Franklin

He runs circles, he'll trend again ankling

Look at him, he's in AP

So hard but you know he'll turn it around like a G

You act so alarmed to my tunes

When did Paul Revere walk into the room?

It's sad how you could have never knew

Then again you're too small to fit into my shoes

No common sense so I know that you're in pain

If one things for sure it's that you're no Thomas Paine

Listen to what I say, does it sink into your brain?

Does it go through? Does it get through your mane?

Me and you are nothing of the same

Listening to you means I have nothing to gain

You don't know history, so take it as evidence

When I sing this song and you don't get the reference

Cry me a river, add flavor to the harbor

Much more flavor than the tea party harbored

You already know I get W's like Ticonderoga

Lose your pencil? That's a stretch, hot yoga

Uh, Treaty of Paris, it's over

Working all night while I'm laying on a sofa

You better cut off your act like Oprah

Studying hard, I'm sipping on my soda

I have the advantage, recreating Saratoga

I didn't let myself get played like bofa

Sitting in Monticello while I'm playing on my Cello

Met a man the other day, what a nice fellow

You're looking like Washington, teeth turned yellow

Skull so stiff but your brains like jell-o

See on my grind, I'm getting all these profits

2 dollar bills, see me making my deposits

Come right here if you wanna empty out my pockets

Out in the open like I'm coming out my closet

All you do is talk fiction, why are you in history?

Not even Dave Toschi could handle this mystery

Whenever you rhyme, it's a swing and a miss

You say you get cheddar? Nah you get swiss

As hard as you try, you could never make a hit

I know this because your essays are some... snow

And you already know

Beat keeps going while I switch up the flow

I keep running as the beat keeps drumming

I get prepared like the British are coming

Whitefield is my alarm, that way I get awakened

I don't doublethink, my mind stays vacant

Hamilton, my mind stays sharp as lead

Big thinker, it's true, but I'm not a fed

I'm an earworm, these songs don't leave your head

Like an exorcism I can lift you out of bed

My achievements set precedents like my name's Ted

Verbally singing poems that you have never read

Miserable in my pinnacle, no one can stop me

Invisible to your visual, and you act so soppy

Get out of my way, we don't need any casuals

Your methods are old, here I'll give some acetyl

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Thomas Jefferson, I'm back at it again

Thomas Jefferson I'm)

Thomas Jefferson, I'm back at it again

People who know me know the power of my pen

My bags start revolutions like my name's Louis

My lines are organized cause I'm writing on loose leaf

It seems complicated but there's nothing to me

I'm just a Rare specimen like Banjo-Kazooie