Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ms. Smith like I got the answer

I had my hand raised the whole class

You just look at me, you gonna look away

You not gonna call on me

I got the answer

In Kindergarten starving for knowledge

Waiting on the teacher, I don't think she knew regardless

A pupil in her class would grow up to become a artist

I left some of the kids, I'm sorry but y'all was lethargic

Okay let me get this started

Barrages of punchlines coming at you please be guarding

Your area

Who scarier

Criteria be sparking

The minds of plenty

Need a pretty penny if we bargain

Never a dull mental, my reflexes is sharpened

Contained with

A couple of shocking bars like I'm Raiden

Fatality

You battle me, one of us will not make it

So go ahead and start to make them funeral arrangements

'Cause I'm counting down the hours, minutes, seconds till you fading

Obligated

To spit these rhymes that get you cross faded

In a millisecond

Yo I been a weapon

Stop playing

If I press this red button on my composition start praying

Self destruction

Like that **** Boogie

I'm taking off in this game and it's often insane how I do this shit

Ice in my veins but lost in a maze maneuvering

Thousand of styles

The type to go wild, not new to this

Took me a while when I was a child but grew to this

Oh no

Y'all better pray to god I don't grow more

But it's bound to happen, like celebrities in photos

Or Neo moving slow mo

Pollution killing the ozone

(Woah woah woah shh shh, thats top secret)

Oh my fault bro

Stay hidden from society like Waldo

You would have better luck finding me at your local art show

The modern day Picasso

Move my stencil head honcho

Far as I know, I can draw inside these lines with my eyes closed Immaculate

Jack of all trades and always passionate

End all be all

You'd have to kill my ass by accident

Manifesting excellence while on this earth is half of it

The other half is becoming a modern day black activist

Or a pacifist

Either way I'm passing fist

No handouts

I standout, let's keep it accurate

No survivors

I'm really 'bout be on some savage shit

Tired of these rappers that are being praised for trashed equipped

Bars, still making it further than some of the hardest in the game

Hurts my brain, and that's quickest way to give me a migraine

Find your lane and stay in it

Avoid this head on collision

Y'all **** lie whenever you speaking anyway Clinton (I did not)

Short of perfection

Detonate your section

Leave you in recession

My presence alone a blessing

Any enemy that cross the line is easily detected

So be careful where you stepping

Or be best friends with the reverend

Don't need no weapon

Rhymes hit like a Smith & Weston

With no safety

I don't think that I should be threatened

But who am I to really throw caution

I'm always guessing

Let the wind guide my decisions, and point me in the direction

Them golden days

Stayed in trouble but learned my lessons

Life teach you as you grow

Hopefully one day you'll accept it

Grab your number two pencil

Sit down, 'cause class in session

Difference tween' me and you is I studied so I ain't guessing

A plus

Yo

Been this way since grade one

A1

Gaining knowledge since day one and I ain't even at my peak yet

These jocks are lacking wisdom so I chill with nerds and rejects

Forreal

Class is over ****