1. |
The Guide
03:30
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Verse:
Now, let's get into the mathematics behind Rapthematics
The equations that turn a beast into a fucking savage
Multiply the anger that makes you spaz out, shit
Divide the wack Emcees that's bad at this
Add the fact, I'm atheist and black
Minus the wack content that I obviously lack
I snap!
I'm on point like a decimal
I'm dope
And your feeling's reciprocal
Like fractions I'm flipping you
Once I calculate the sum of this rap shit
It'll be greater than anything thing that you make up
Bars ain't just slang that we speak to talk sweet
It all has to do with the measures inside of the beat
So learn how to count
Or you never will amount
Or understand what the hell these 4/4's are about
And I'm not talking bout guns
I'm speaking about the route
That it takes to write music
So, bruh. Don't confuse it
Or use it just to abuse it
Like Em said you'll lose it
If you're not making this a priority, then what ya doing?
I'm full speed ahead, while the rest of y'all are just cruising
Like y'all have nothing to prove, and Hip Hop is time consuming?
I know they get pissed, at my squad and our movement
Too many freethinkers getting hipped to that GU shit
Call the hometeam Tim Allen, we show improvement
Paying no mind to whatever the industry is doing
They say I should be signed
I say, "I'll never do it"
They say "evolution's a fraud"
I tell they ass to prove it
But they never will, the reason being that they can't
Downplaying science, while using Facebook to vent
It makes no sense...
There's a lot of math in rap
Like knowing when the down beat drops
So you don't pass that
That can determine the aftermath of a tight verse
Even lyrics have limits, so don't push it and make it worse
I'm hydrated as fuck, while the rest are displaying thirst
Like trolls that comment on threads, just to say "first"
I treat my pen like energy, I make it put in work
Gripping it so hard, it complains my strength hurts
Hip Hop has an order of operations
Pen
Experimentation
Muse
Dope beats
Augmentations
the Studio comes last
P.E.M.D.A.S.
So stay patient
Work on your craft to solve equations
Do I have to give more explanations?
You're welcome, you have just been educated
Rapthematics, Jay Bee and A.K. shit
I swear, It's so motherfuckin basic
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2. |
Rapthematician
04:30
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Verse 1
Good mourning pupils'
I know you're nervous on your first day
But let me introduce myself
I'm, A.K.!
Or Mr. AdeKwit, it doesn't really make a difference
What I need you all to do is sit down and pay attention
My first question.
Is what's a Rapthematician?
Show of hands
If you answer wrong it won't land you in detention
Neither will your responses get dismissed, man
Let's make mistakes
You in the back row
What's you're name?
"It's Tray!"
Just remember, your answers are all subjective
Expressing your views doesn't mean they'll get respected
"A Rapthematcian's somebody that loves to rap!"
Are you sure?
"Mr. Davis, I guarantee that's a fact!"
I nodded my head in agreement
I saw another hand raise up
I was so proud what I was seeing
This could probably make the conversation get a bit deeper
I wish I had this type of experience with my teachers
Chorus
What's a Rapthematician?
Someone that brags about their ammunition?
Or somebody that just loves spitting?
What's a Rapthematician?
A rapper talkin' bout the crack they pitching?
Or an Emcee with lyrical ambitions?
What's a Rapthematician?
I need to know is it about the raw flows?
Or how much money ya getting?
What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?)
What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?)
Verse 2
What's your name?
"It's Kiesha, I'm just saying"
"If you ain't making money why the fuck are you playing games?"
I hear what you're saying
Can you explain that in depth?
"I just mean, what is the point if you ain't making check?"
You in the front row!
"Mr. Davis, my name is Kev"
"And I agree. Isn't the point about making that bread?"
Where did you get that from?
"That's what the videos said, and the radio too..."
And I was shaking my head, like damn...
So misguided
My opinions are subjective too
Don't want to force my views
Kids are impressionable
This ain't a group think class
Should I just give them a pass?
I bet it would be easier if I were teaching math
Then a girl busted out and laughed
"I'm Raquel, and I'm an avid lover of rap"
"Whether it's the trap tracks or the classic boom bap"
"I can't stand an artist that would sacrifice their craft just to make cash"
Chorus
What's a Rapthematician?
Someone that brags about their ammunition?
Or somebody that just loves spitting?
What's a Rapthematician?
A rapper bragging bout the crack they pitching?
Or an Emcee with lyrical ambitions?
What's a Rapthematician?
I need to know is it about the raw flows?
Or how much money ya getting?
What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?)
What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?)
Verse 3
What about lyrics?
Kiesha said "Why should that even matter?"
"I just listen to the beats, not the rest of the chit chatter..."
"As long as the hooks tight and my heads able to bop..."
"That alone lets me know that the music is top notch."
Please stop!
Yes, you in the middle row.
"I'm Jacob, and I'm intrigued with profound lyrics and flows."
So, lyrics matter?
"Yes and no... It all depends on what your lyrics about when you open your mouth."
"If I want to be preach to, I would just go to church!"
"That's like saying you value Van Gogh's name and not his work..."
"Beats provoke emotions, that leave you totally open, to discuss intricate topics that's not usually spoken"
"I don't want to hear about the world's problems"
"My life's already tough, to have to hear a rapper always dwelling on stuff"
Alright, kids! That's enough, I'm glad we all took a stab at this
Now open up your books
And welcome to Rapthematics
Chorus
What's a Rapthematician?
Someone that brags about their ammunition?
Or somebody that just loves spitting?
What's a Rapthematician?
A rapper bragging bout the crack they pitching?
Or an Emcee with lyrical ambitions?
What's a Rapthematician?
I need to know is it about the raw flows?
Or how much money ya getting?
What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?)
What's a Rapthematician? (Huh huh?)
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3. |
Captivate
04:43
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Verse 1:
You see the first thing you do is throw em the bait
And reel em in real slowly just to see if it takes
And if they nibble a little bit and you're feeling their weight
That means you got them intrigued,that's not all that it takes...
Sometimes, you gotta be patient, you sit and you wait
Should I snag them on the hook? That's up for debate
Cause that alone can determine if you're real or you're fake
And then they're not on the line and you're wasting your day
I stay stuck making music, fuck radio play
If that's all you do it for, then you should give it a break
I'm a get back to how to do this, I got much more to say
If you ain't in this for the love, get the fuck out my face
Though this music makes sure that my bills are straight
That doesn't mean I'll slack off just to get me some pay
I'm a be doing this shit until I'm old and gray
Now let's get back to the line that I threw out today, Okay?
Chorus Repeat 2x:
I'm a show you how to captivate
Don't give them a full meal
Just give them a taste
You have to tease em like a chick does on a date
Make sure they're hungry as fuck before the buffet
Verse 2:
I bet you think you got em on the line
But treat this like a convict and give it some time
You have to be meticulous when constructing a rhyme
Like C4 strapped to their head blowing their mind, fine
Now reel em in just a little bit more
But don't lose your grip or do something premature
Like using artificial bait similar to a “lore”
I mean lure and that's what wordplay is for
Name flipping is similar, but it's not the same
You have to know the difference when you're playing this game
I ignore simpleton raps because that shit is lame
Let me guess... You're doing this just to get you some fame?
Or maybe some change?
I don't care if this gets me a name
I can't miss what I never had
Can you say the same?
This rap shit isn't a fad, at least not to me
Sometimes I can't sleep without rippin' a beat
Or tearing sheets outta my pad cause that shit was weak
You want beef? Trust me bruh you don't wanna compete
To complete a track, sometimes it takes me a week
To make sure none of y'all is fucking with me
It's like it's passed your bedtime 'cause y'all niggas is sleep
My flows deep like submarines down in the sea
The more I loosen my line, the more they keep tuggin'
When your fan base consists of friends parents and cousins
You thought that I was buggin', because I was suicidal
You was never an adversary, homie you were a rival
If Hip Hop was based off survival
You wouldn't stand a chance with me, fuck boy stay idle...
Chorus Repeat 2x:
I'm a show you how to captivate
Don't give them a full meal
Just give them a taste
You have to tease em like a chick does on a date
Make sure they're hungry as fuck before the buffet
Verse 3:
Now you got em on the line for sure
But you gotta have the strength to reel em in some more
My angle is to stay pure, spit rhymes galore
Flat line the beat, my punchlines will leave you with sores
I won't stop til I'm on stage, fans scream encore
Til the whole GU is doing world wide tours
I got big dreams, most of y'alls is minor
You just want the bling bling, clothes that are designer
I want people to say that I suck, so I can refine it
And make evolutionists say “his rhymes were designed, kid!”
By who? Nobody else but me
Now back to the line
Looks like you're strugglin', G
Chill and relax, you still gotta put in work
And be dedicated no matter how much that it hurts
I got fans, you got “frans” (friends)
Call me a jerk
'Cause you don't know the difference
Showing your ass like a short skirt
Some people were indifferent when I dropped Erp Derp
Sometimes opening dialogue can bring out the worst in people
What, you're intimidated by a verse?
But at the end of the day I put Hip Hop first
I mean... It's just my little itty bitty words
On my unpopular songs in my corner of the Earth
Plus I'll never shut the fuck up
That idea is absurd
Fuck how they feel
Let your rhymes define your worth
Chorus Repeat 2x:
I'm a show you how to captivate
Don't give them a full meal
Just give them a taste
You have to tease em like a chick does on a date
Make sure they're hungry as fuck before the buffet
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4. |
Day Dreaming
01:46
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Hook: When I first started to rap people said I was hot
They knew I had a gift that nobody could stop
So I killed and ripped every track that I got
Then I started dissing god and they said I would flop
They said I should switch my style and probably just go pop
I wanted to snap, then I go back to my thoughts...
Then I look back on my past and realize what I got
They say that I shouldn't...
I ask why should I not (repeat 8 times)
They said I should switch my style and probably just go pop
I wanted to snap, but then I go back to my thoughts...
Then I look in my past and realize what I got
They say that I shouldn't...
I ask why shouldn't
Verse: Give a fuck about
What you want?
From me as an artist?
That's why I never front
I remember when I used to pass forth and back the blunts
Living my life on the edge, being nonchalant
Never questioning nothing
I had a mental dysfunction
Being a yes man just saying saying what people wanted to hear
'Cause confrontations is what I was trying to avoid
Even when I spoke my mind
My homies would ignore
Adventures in my depression
That's when would explore
And realize I don't believe in god no more
I feel like, once I started questioning everything...
None of y'all even wanted to stand next to me...
That really broke my heart
But fuck it I bounced back
I kept spitting and ripping
Continued to make tracks
Matter of fact
I thank y'all for that
'Cause letting me go
Helped me get a tighter grasp.
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5. |
Inspiration
03:49
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Verse 1
So tell me what's your inspiration?
To make you turn on a beat and use words as illustrations?
Do you first have spurts of procrastination?
Do you murk the verse, like "fuck it, I ain't wating!"
Do you feel like you're wack, or lack concentration?
Or do you just snap to release your frustrations?
Do you rap about the streets?
You overcompensating?
Do you get the urge to write every morning that you awaken?
Nine out Ten
I feel like I'm wasting my time
Because instead of writing I'm debating...
Or furcking gaming...
Or contemplating
Should I even rap?
What the fuck am I saying?
Probably nothing at all
I grip the pen and go hard
I rape the pad
That's what I call penetration, y'all
I get deep in it like insemenation
To give birth to a track is what I call inspiration!
Hook
I want to know what inspires you
To pick up the mic and 1-2 1-2
Is it the boom bap tracks or the beats with the hi hats, that make you do what you want to do?
Is it the fact that everybody is screaming ya name?
I promise bruh, you and I are not the same
So, keep your lame Jane flows
To keep impressing these hoes
While us real Emcees keep doing our thing, mang
Verse2
What does it take to pick up the pen?
You lose your spark but you still want to feel it again
The sensation that drives you, you feel it with in
Or maybe you don't
Is this just another trend?
How does it feel when you're stroking these lines?
When your words kill a beat and it's blowing ya mind
BOOM
Like grenades setting off one at a time
Cause you're explosive with each one of your rhymes
That's how I define inspiration
I leave my listeners in ICU
Yours, need a first aid kit
Whenever Jae spits
I'm on point
Even when I get on my A.K. shit
It's so basic
And people say that I'm amazing
You mad let it get to my head like if I'm blazing!
I don't even faze it
I can lie and say it's the hate
But love gives me inspiration
Hook
I want to know what inspires you
To pick up the mic and 1-2 1-2
Is it the boom bap tracks or the beats with the hi hats, that make you do what you want to do?
Is it the fact that everybody is screaming ya name?
I promise bruh, you and I are not the same
So, keep your lame Jane flows
To keep impressing these hoes
While us real Emcees keep doing our thing, mang
Verse 3
How does it feel to finish a track?
You put online and there's no taking it back
What do you do when everyone just says that it's wack?
Do you go back and attack?
Or just call it a wrap?
I want to know what you're rapping about?
Do you think twice about the rhymes that come out your mouth?
Do you scream and shout?
Do you cry and you pout?
Is Hip Hop something that you can't live without?
That's what I feel inspiration's about
Your passion lifting you up when things go south
When your thoughts are always dark and feeled with doubt
When you try to speak your mind and nothing comes out
It's like the last thread that holds together a shirt
A stitch in time saves nine
So get back to work
I won't this track to be motivative
To get you off your ass and get some inspiration!
Hook
I want to know what inspires you
To pick up the mic and 1-2 1-2
Is it the boom bap tracks or the beats with the hi hats, that make you do what you want to do?
Is it the fact that everybody is screaming ya name?
I promise bruh, you and I are not the same
So, keep your lame Jane flows
To keep impressing these hoes
While us real Emcees keep doing our thing, mang
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7. |
Hongry
03:15
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Verse 1:
I want to eat a rapper's face off
Spit it out and say “thank you”
I'm cannibalistic
My rapnastics (rap gymnastics) will make you do a flip, dude
When I'm grabbing a pen, fool
You know I'm grabbing a fistful
Spitting dumb lyrics you probably think that I'm going mental and shit
“There goes A.K. he must be off his fucking meds again...”
I haven't been taking them since 5th grade on Ritalin
Probably my parents fucked
When I learned I had freedom of speech
I kept talking shit to my teachers and they weren't stopping me
From speaking my mind
Like cerebral linguistics
They want me to dumb down my vernacular
To relate to the dipshits
I'm so spectacular
I standout amongst misfits
You say you're hungry?
Well, I'm a explain to you what is the difference
You see, you just seem thirsty as fuck
That's why you're quick to rush to the club
And pass the DJ your music
And you hope and pray they play ya stuff
I just sit back and laugh at ya, bruh
You think I'm wilding?
You ain't hungry until you pen's growling
Chorus:
I'm Hongry
You can hear the rumbling in my tummy
I'm ready to eat so let's feast on the weak
I'm Hongry
These wack Emcees, they taste yummy
They ain't ready to compete, I'm scraping them out my teeth
I'm Hongry
Even dope Emcees can fucking get it
Cause when I'm like this all of y'all become a victim
I'm Hongry
I want legs, limbs and arteries
A cannibalistic artist, eating all emcees
I'm fucking hongry!
Verse2:
I was the one in Miami on fucking bath salts
Eating a rapper's face, it was like taking his mask off
They blamed the wrong guy
Do I feel bad about that, nah...
It wouldn't have happened if his rhymes came out half raw
The Walking Dead, I went straight for his fucking head
While he begged and he pled, he'll write tighter verses
I was already vexed
Then I heard that stupid shit that he said
I heard sirens, so I fled
To the crib, right in the bed
That's why M.I.A.s happen in Miami
That's why you only got one hit form that kid Sammy
So Christians wanna slam me
Talk shit and ban me
And say I should
“Be respectful of that guys family...”
Well, ok...
He shouldn't have spit wack shit
Luckily there's no closed casket
This verse is just a metaphor
For those that need more practice
Cause next time, I'm taking a life, no slacking
This is what happens to anyone that's half ass rapping
Chorus:
I'm Hongry
You can hear the rumbling in my tummy
I'm ready to eat so let's feast on the weak
I'm Hongry
These wack Emcees, they taste yummy
They ain't ready to compete, I'm scraping them out my teeth
I'm Hongry
Even dope Emcees can fucking get it
Cause when I'm like this, all of y'all become a victim
I'm Hongry
I want legs, limbs and arteries
A cannibalistic artist, eating all emcees
I'm fucking hongry!
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8. |
I'm Sorry
03:04
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Verse:
I should have been home killing a beat
Mastering my technique
But I'd rather run the streets
Only confided in you
When I needed stress relief
I used to take you for granted
Now I understand it
Why you had to vanish
I pushed you away
I know I'm difficult to love
Much harder to manage
I didn't love myself
And when I get that from anybody else
That's when I tend to fucking panic
I feel all I do is damage
I fuck shit up
I neglected you for a quick buck
Damn it
Could've avoided being jammed up
But I didn't
Cause I didn't think with you I'd be able to make a living
Now the eggs on my face
No bullshitting
I felt like a disgrace
These are the decisions
That I wish I never made
But I did
So at the end of the day
I guess I have to live with it
But in hindsight
I would've done nothing different
I'm hard headed as fuck
Yea, bruh, no kidding
And I ain't even trying to ask for your forgiveness
I just want to say I'm sorry
Chorus:
Smooth Cat Rider
Stop bragging cause she broke you facade
Don't we all want to be stars and all
Stop playing with the one that you love
Smooth Cat Rider
Stop bragging cause it's gone trough your head
So smooth, but she was smart instead
Stop playing with the on that you love
Verse2:
Now I put you first
When it comes to writing rhymes and spitting a verse
I'll be dedicated to you until I'm put in a hearse
And they dump me in a casket
Forever loving this rap shit
In my life, you were always a major factor
Even at times when I was fucking bastard
My skill and technique wasn't even mastered
I let you go, and it was hard for you to grasp it
It's like I function backwards, like a back flip
A part of me was missing like my tracks without an adlib
You tried to tell me tighten up, I gave you mad lip
Without a microphone, or a beat, or a track, shit
At my worst, you always found me attractive
Didn't deserve you, but you still came back in
And again your forgiveness is something that I'm really ain't asking for
I know there's still a little bit of tension
That's because I ain't give you enough attention
Despite all the other shit I ain't even mention
I want you to know that I'm sorry...
Chorus:
Smooth Cat Rider
Stop bragging cause she broke you facade
Don't we all want to be stars and all
Stop playing with the one that you love
Smooth Cat Rider
Stop bragging cause it's gone through your head
So smooth, but she was smart instead
Stop playing with the on that you love
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9. |
The Internet
03:51
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Verse 1:
Whatever happened to fact checking?
Remember Kony 2012?
Shit, I learned my damn lesson
I viraled that link too, thinking it was progressive
But, that's when I was vulnerable and not a damn skeptic
And now I'm 27
What the fuck is your excuse?
You still share articles, that's not peer reviewed
You let your preconceived notions determine whether or not it's true
And wonder why I'm condescending whenever I talk to you?
Then throw ad hominems and claim I'm insulting, rude...
You play victim so much you think I'm physically assaulting you
I honestly just try to have an open dialogue
But there's always that guy that won't realize that their logic's flawed
Which makes me conclude their views haven't been challenged yet
They get it confused and take my questioning as disrespect
It's not even you, it's your views I reject
You're used to yes men, I'm a man that's not used to saying yes
I'll say it to your face to make sure that you stay in check
Don't ever think I do this cause there's a screen at my desk
I'm not even the violent type, it gets me so upset
Cause when you ask why it's true?
They say it's on the internet....
Chorus repeat 2x:
Yuppa, yuppa!
They saw it on the internet
That's why they share and spread it without no regrets
And when I call them out they get so upset
Natural News, Info Wars gets no respect
Verse 2:
“I've done my research and studied this for a month or two!”
Oh, you were in a lab with tubes, mixing chemicals?
Used the scientific method. Double blind tests and data too?
“No!”
That's why the science community fucking laughs at you....
That's why I do it too
I find your claims delirious
It's ridiculous that you take Food Babe serious
You probably back her cause she has a nice ass and a pair tits
But at the end of the day
She is not a scientist
There's not denying it
You sound like a damn clown
And got the nerve to question Mr. Tyson's background
“He's an astrophysicist , he should fucking pipe down!”
The contradiction's thick like a bodied chick in a tight gown
That's why you don't like the type of raps I'm writing now
Because, I'm heating up the grill to cook up your sacred cow
Anecdotes are not proof
The same goes for me
So if I bring one up in discussions you better challenge me
I'm not an expert in any field
No schooling or degrees
Make sure you validate my sources before you just agree
Whether, it's GMOs, vaccines or herpetology
Don't ever fall victim to erp derpology
Chorus repeat 2x:
Yuppa, yuppa!
They saw it on the internet
That's why they share and spread it without no regrets
And when I call them out they get so upset
Natural News, InfoWars gets no respect
Third Verse:
Here's a few sites that you never should use
Info Wars, Examiner, Natural News
Real Farmacy, The Blaze, World Truth
Daily Mail, The Onion and even Fox too
The Bible
Mercola
Above Top Secret
Before It's News
Zeitgeist
Answers in Genesis
Discovery Institute
Conservapedia
Beware of what you read on social media
Cause 9 times out of 10 they're deceiving ya
On the internet....
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10. |
Fucking Weirdo...
04:29
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Chorus:
I'm a fucking weirdo
I get strange looks everywhere that I go
I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No”
When I go outside, I walk with my head low
Hello
I want to get to know you a little
Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel
I try to keep it civil
But they say “Hell no”
“Get gone”
“You're slow”
“It shows”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
“Get gone, get ghost”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
“Back back, you're too close”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
You're a fucking weirdo....
Verse1:
People say that I'm strange
It doesn't help that I'm fucked up in the brain
A chemical imbalance
Yes, it's a challenge
But it's easier for people to say that I'm insane
They don't know the half
Or the whole
That makes me feel all of y'all are despicable
I don't wanna feel that shit
But my brain does back flips
I be feeling so low
Though...
I try to act cordial and normal
You get mad when I try to inform you
Maybe, I should just roll out like Transformers
Or disappear like Houdini
Yea, I'm gone
Poof
Cause they don't like proof
Or me neither
It eats them up inside that I'm a non believer
At least I don't deceive
But they say
“Hell no”
“Die slow”
“Kick rocks”
“You're fucking weirdo!”
Chorus:
I'm a fucking weirdo
I get strange looks everywhere that I go
I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No”
When I go outside, I walk with my head low
Hello
I want to get to know you a little
Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel
I try to keep it civil
But they say “Hell no”
“Get gone”
“You're slow”
“It shows”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
Verse2:
You fucking misfit
Why can't you be like everyone else?
You dipshit
Why do you have to be confrontational?
And make everything a debate?
Cause their claims hold no weight...
I get pissed when people say “conversate”
Aiiyo, you're nit picking
Why do you diss religion?
Shit, why not?
They're just mad they have to deal with openly oppositions
That's why they're tripping
Remember sitting in my bedroom reading Archie comics and Spawn shit
Fuck being close, I'm not down with bonding
I've even kept my distance from my fucking mom, man
That shows you how fucked up that I am
To the point I don't trust my fam
Or my friends
Or myself
I really need help, yo
I'm fucking weirdo....
Chorus:
I'm a fucking weirdo
I get strange looks everywhere that I go
I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No”
When I go outside, I walk with my head low
Hello
I want to get to know you a little
Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel
I try to keep it civil
But they say “Hell no”
“Get gone”
“You're slow”
“It shows”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
Verse3:
You fucking weirdo
Why do you have to pierce up your face and earlobes?
Why do you have to wear such strange apparel?
Why do you stand out everywhere that you go?
Why do you have to be so into science?
Utterly defiant?
And there's no denying...
That, I'm never subscribing
To fitting in to be likened
Or downplaying my hobbies
Sacrificing who I am!
I'm awesome
I put the awe in awkward
Putting words in these books like Oxford
Searching...for the right combination like a crossword
Puzzle
But I won't be muzzled
Not on my Earth
This my world
You ain't welcome to my turf
Oh, I'm weird?
Thanks for acknowledging my worth
Am I hurt?
Fuck that
Hell no
You're wack
I'm dope
Proud to be a weirdo!
Chorus:
I'm a fucking weirdo
I get strange looks everywhere that I go
I say “Yes” when everyone else says “No”
When I go outside, I walk with my head low
Hello
I want to get to know you a little
Even though when I open my mouth it's all drivel
I try to keep it civil
But they say “Hell no”
“Get gone”
“You're slow”
“It shows”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
“Get gone, get ghost”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
“Back back, you're too close”
“You're a fucking weirdo”
You're a fucking weirdo....
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11. |
The Professor
04:57
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Chorus repeat 2x:
I'm the professor
I'm here to give you more
They give you lesser
If you're a Hip Hop head
You should expect better
You should not ever
Settle for less
You should want the best
So listen up
Or else you'll fail the test
Verse1:
Now listen...
I need your undivided attention
When it comes to spitting and ripping
You have to have a certain intention
Some give me flack
Cause I have knack of dissing religion
Some say that it's wack
Or that it's an act like a magician
They're tripping
Cause the fact is that rap lacks skepticism
That's why I question every bar they display in their writtens
Whether it's a Muslim or Christian
Conspiracy theorist
I feel like a surgeon
When I'm dissecting their lyrics
Y'all don't even hear it
Before an emcee
I am a critic
I can like the rhythm and flow
And disagree with the lyrics
Especially, when it comes to stifling science
But you're a fan and can't decipher the truth from their lying?
That's why I'm defiant
Do you ever cross reference their rhymes?
Do you just say they're on point
Each and every time?
I hope my fans don't do that with mine
Give me the pressure
Even the underground says whatever
To fucking sell records, bruh...
Chorus repeat 2x:
I'm the professor
I'm here to give you more
They give you lesser
If you're a Hip Hop head
You should expect better
You should not ever
Settle for less
You should want the best
So listen up
Or else you'll fail the test
Verse2:
Now listen...
I need your undivided attention
When it comes to spitting and ripping
You have to beware of the shit you're kicking
Do you wanna spit facts ?
Do you spread lies and spit fiction?
Does is matter to you if your rhymes influence people's decisions?
If not
I say that you're tripping, bruh
And bullshitting
Especially, if you say vaccines cause autism
The harm you inflict on yourself and your children
Should land you in prison
These diseases can be prevented
“Mr. Davis, you're snapping again...”
Nah, bruh, I'm just venting
Cause that shit pisses me off, like it's the toilet I'm missing
You can't see through their diction
Because they're your favorite rapper
Like agreeing with Ben Affleck cause he's your favorite actor
I'm getting sick of these bastards
And their stupid rhetoric
They use science everyday
And the facts they ignore it
They lie to you in your ear
And you fucking adore it
Even worse
You buy their albums and fucking endorse it...
Chorus repeat 2x:
I'm the professor
I'm here to give you more
They give you lesser
If you're a Hip Hop head
You should expect better
You should not ever
Settle for less
You should want the best
So listen up
Or else you'll fail the test
Verse3:
Now listen...
I need your undivided attention
When it comes to spitting and ripping
You have to have a certain intention
Some atheists rap
And are apologists
For religion
They don't want to cause friction
Or burn bridges with their theists friends...
My position is...
FUCK THAT!
Give them the business
They say it's people not religion
Like it has no influence
On the way that they're living to be bigots
They say “let live and just live with it...”
Translation!
They don't want to deal with it
To them being passive's a meal ticket
They say what I do makes it look bad for other atheists...
As if I'm closing doors that weren't already locked
I just want to make skepticism a part of Hip Hop
I just want all the fence sitting to motherfucking stop
Cherry picking which issues you want to touch on or not
If the shoe fits...
I hope all of your albums flop
I'm not here to appease theists
They can like me or not, bruh...
Chorus repeat 2x:
I'm the professor
I'm here to give you more
They give you lesser
If you're a Hip Hop head
You should expect better
You should not ever
Settle for less
You should want the best
So listen up
Or else you'll fail the test
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12. |
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Verse 1:
When it comes to spitting these bars and killing the flow
I swear to your god, that Hip Hop is all that I know
Soon as the beat drops
I lose all sense of control
“But wait, didn't you used to sell drugs before?”
So...
I did that shit cause I was tapped and broke
With no hope
So I had to jump off the porch
But that never had an influence on the shit that wrote
So my question to you
Why the fuck you bring that up for?
“I don't even know...”
Ok...
Let's move it along
I never let anyone depict what I say in my songs
“But you're an atheist, don't you question if you're wrong?”
Have you ever read Psalms 137 verse 9?
Would you kill your own spawn?
“No”
Shut the fuck up and get the hell on
Before Hip Hop all I did was write poems
Who would of knew this whirl wind
Would've turn to storm
These lyrics and bars
The only thing I depend on
When it comes to rap
Better know how to count measures
You can be nice and off beat, bruh
Get you shit together
Cause I'll say to ya face that it's wack
Do better...
I'm tryna fucking tell ya, cuz....
This is all I know
Chorus:
This is all I know
To kill lyrics and beats
And perfect my flow
Though I learned to hustle the streets
And get that dough
Hip Hop's still all I know
This is all I know
I wish I knew something better
But I don't....
A chance to change my past
I bet you that I won't
Long as I have a pen to grab
And a beat that's dope
Hip Hop's still I know
It is all I know
Verse2(Tombstone Da Deadman):
I create elaborate landscapes with a pen and a pad
And write murderous soliloquies when I’m pissed and get mad
This is more than just an art form it’s a lifestyle I’ve had
Since way back when all the naysayers called it a fad
It’s been a steady evolution I had it while I was fucking up
Was criminal minded and saw all you niggas as buttercup
And stayed strapped with burners in case they was scared to knuckle up
And thought that made me a man and the rest just wasn't man enough
My content reflected the dumb shit I respected
And the trials and tribulations that reality injected
So when I say that I grew with hip hop it’s not a cliche
Cause when I dropped the foolishness my rhymes went the same way
And really up to this day I honestly can’t say
If hip hop was responsible for changes that I made
But I’m guessing in the end it don’t matter cause time showed
That whatever my situation hip hop is all I know
Chorus:
This is all I know
To kill lyrics and beats
And perfect my flow
Though I learned to hustle the streets
And get that dough
Hip Hop's still all I know
This is all I know
I wish I knew something better
But I don't....
A chance to change my past
I bet you that I won't
Long as I have a pen to grab
And a beat that's dope
Hip Hop's still all I know
It is all I know
Verse3:
To the empty weed bags with the shake in it
To the dope ass beats with the breaks in it
I'm a stay in it
Never play timid
Til' that fat lady sings
Loses her voice
I ain't playing with this
I'm cemented in rap
Try to shovel me out
Even jackhammers can't dig
I stay committed
And loyal to rap
We ain't splitting
Til' death do us part
Tomb's digging my grave
I ain't bullshitting...around
I stay profound straight spitting
When I stopped hustling
My bars were hard hitting
If it ain't about music
I pay that shit no attention
Especially, fuck niggas, beef and silly women
I've done shit to my fam
I hope that I'm forgiven
When I pass
Make sure you give Zo all of my writtens
I'm a Hip Hop head
I never hop to what's hip
That's all I fucking know
That's all I'll fucking live, yo
Chorus:
This is all I know
To kill lyrics and beats
And perfect my flow
Though I learned to hustle the streets
And get that dough
Hip Hop's still all I know
This is all I know
I wish I knew something better
But I don't....
A chance to change my past
I bet you that I won't
Long as I have a pen to grab
And a beat that's dope
Hip Hop's still all I know
It is all I know
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13. |
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Chorus:
It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?
Grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass
There It Is Entertainment
What's grosser than that?
Verse1:
I defile tracks so no one wants to get on the beat
I kill songs, that have graves that are 6 feet deep
I convert them to Wav. Files and Mp3s
I resurrect them in my albums, they haunt you in your sleep
The poltergeist
Ain't got shit on me
I defecate on tracks and get up without wiping the seat
I'm nasty
I haven't washed my fucking nuts in a week
Or brushed my teeth
That's why my bars are like rotten debris
Think I'm kidding?
Somebody better spray some Fabreeze
Before my lyrics suffocate them
And they drop to their knees
I'm sick
Vaccines run away from me
And stds
Plus everything else in between
Cancer dips
When the doctor mentions me
You get cured
And you dummies think it cause of the weed
Even Ebola gives me the proper respect
Fuck Kim's ass, my bars break the internet
Chorus:
It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?
Grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass
There It Is Entertainment
What's grosser than that?
Verse2 (Lady Assassin):
I eat you with no problem, cough syrup I’m regurgitated
Bile by the mile foul, assholes getting penetrated
Fuckin’ in the raw, jaws locked, mic’s ejaculated
Stroke it till it’s potent, spoken words lead to masturbation
Now they’re waiting for the bridge to explode
Lyrics the shit, strong stench they hold the bridge of their nose
Miss in black, holdin’ straps inside the folds of her clothes
Cockroaches getting’ roasted in they shit like some corn
Fore I was born a parasite takin’ form
Forsworn, a child of corn, a honey bee killing swarms
Was never warm, I stay ignited will scorn
Whoever tests me will regret the day they ever performed
Must be aware that I’m a part of the gut
I’m stuck in it can’t get rid of me won’t come out of the butt
My skills infectious spit venereal nut
Still feasting while ya bleeding eating all of you cunts
Chorus:
Grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?
It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma on yo ass
There It Is Entertainment
What's grosser than that?
Verse3(Ogma):
Notice his emotion flowin all through the bars
Setlist is infectious then roll two in the car
Jottin the virus straight to papyrus
Man, music always been my beacon for guidance
I'm running through the void as the galaxyies collapse
Civilizations I've created screaming why did this happen?
Saddening but gotta keep it moving they congruent wit illusions
That'm naturally in tune wit and it's madenning
Getting grosser like everytime that I do it
Fluent in ethyl fluids and other manifestations
Of manipulating nature and shapin it to equations
Brazenly blazing cajun haze arrangement in the station
For granted my life been taken I aint a complacent patient
You aint given me a plate of slop n sayin that its bacon
Train to be a mental Sayain 'way from talk that doesn't phase 'em
Oh you thought that I was playing naw I'm workin every day in
Chorus:
It's grossness
Ferocious, when we kill a track
With dope shit
You know this
And revealing facts
I got Lady Sass and Ogma about to snap
Grand Unified Theory
What's doper than that?
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15. |
No Hard Feelings
04:06
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Chorus:
It seems to me these niggas ain’t loyal
They say they got your back when they ain’t got shit for ya
It seems to me most people are ungrateful
They smile in your face but reality is they hate you
It seems to me a lot of ya’ll are fucking green
So I keep a mean mug you know what that mug means
I fuck with you from a distance, it’s not personal
That what it seems to me, tell me what it seems to you
It seems to me (you’re not real)
It seems to me (you’re flaw)
It seems to me (you and I are not alike at all)
Cause I stay on my grind when you’re not on your job
I keep my mind on my business
(And my business from ya’ll)
It seems to me(yeah)
It seems to me (ha)
It seems to me (that I gotta keep my distance, cuz)
It seems to me (uh huh)
It seems to me (yeah yeah)
It seems to me (you and I are just different, bruh)
Verse1:
It's funny people think I don’t handle my business
I dropped There It Is Entertainment, then I got their attention
I was ahead of the curve while ya’ll were still fishing
When I needed advice, I shut the fuck up and listened
It seems like, that project was just a premonition
A reminder to do the same when I need help with my vision
The people that held me down, I never will forget them
They opened my eyes to avenues that bettered my decisions
I ain’t gotta say no names if you’re a part of the squad
You already know if you don’t that means that you’re not
That also probably means, I think that you’re a fraud
Keep showing off for your friends, I don’t need a facade
What you know about seeing your hommie get beat by the cops?
While being illegally detained in the back of their car?
Tell the news to his ole girl (Mom), she drops to the floor
She probably thought I was gonna say she had to bury his corpse
My life’s an open book, it’s more than a song
That’s why you and I are at odds, and we don’t get along
I play my hand how it was dealt, I don’t trip on the cards
And I'll never make my life in a musical form
Love it or hate it, There It Is, is more than a meme
You try to tell me what it is, but it’s not what it seems (I mean)
Chorus:
It seems to me these niggas ain't loyal
They say they got your back when they ain't got shit for ya
It seems to me most people are ungrateful
They smile in your face but reality is they hate you
It seems to me a lot of ya’ll are fucking green
So I keep a mean mug you know what that mug means
I fuck with you from a distance, it’s not personal
That what it seems to me, tell me what it seems to you
It seems to me (you’re not real)
It seems to me (you’re flaw)
It seems to me (you and I are not alike at all)
Cause I stay on my grind when you’re not on your job
I keep my mind on my business
(And my business from ya’ll)
It seems to me(yeah)
It seems to me (ha)
It seems to me (that I gotta keep my distance,cuz)
It seems to me (uh huh)
It seems to me (yeah yeah)
It seems to me (you and I are just different bruh)
Verse2:
Yeah, like I said it’s not personal
A weak link can break the chain so I tightened up my circle, fool
I feel stronger than ever, plus my rhymes gettin’ better
If we’re not close I don’t feel I have to report to you
Or anything my nigga, fall back
I owe nobody explanations for what I say in my raps
If you ask my opinion, you better take it as that
I got time for frontin’, I ain’t sugar coating nothing
Never bluffing, you don’t like the things that I say?
Then fuck it, we weren't on the same page anyway
I had enough with, people being selfish as fuck
And biting the hands that reached out to lift them up
Some people are so blind they think they’re doing you a favor
When they’re really out for themselves, closeted haters
Fool everyone else, I know that you’re fake. bruh
Look me up I’m documented on papers
There It Is, is more than a meme
You try to tell me what it is, but it’s not what it seems (I mean)
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16. |
School's Out
03:56
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Verse 1:
Before the school bell rings and you go about your day
I still, have a little more that I want to say
Like, what make me a rapthematician anyway?
Is it the fact I spit rhymes that blow minds away?
Nah, that’s miniscule compared to the reasons why I do what I do
To spit 1- 2s here in front of you
Who ever knew I’d be put in this position
Where people would buy my music, sitting back as they listen
Hell I didn’t, back when I was getting no recognition
I was weighing grams on a scale in my mother’s kitchen
In the back of my mind I knew that I was tripping
But the code where I from you have to get it how you livin’
Around that time I didn’t give a fuck about a prison
Or how much pain on my family that I was inflicting
When it comes to hustling consequences I feel indifferent
But that isn’t at all what makes me a rapthematician ya’ll
Hook
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician
Verse 2
I ain’t care about my own well being
Long as there were dollar signs in any hood that I would be in
At times I didn’t even feel like a human being
Everyone else had a job but the streets all I was seeing
I mean, even if I had a gig I put the work first
Everything was Gucci, then it got worse
People would ask me “Jae what is this shit worth?”
Having my own and not stealing from my mom's purse
So you jerks can’t judge me for nothing
I jumped off the porch so I could get up and get something
I even bought heat in case niggas wanted to creep
Back then I’d rather be in jail than six feet deep
And around that time, bruh, I wasn't even spittin’
And everyone had an opinion on how I was livin’
When it comes to hustling consequences I feel indifferent
But that isn’t at all what makes me a rapthematician
Hook
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician
That don’t make me a rapthematician
That ain’t make me a rapthematician
Verse 3
I had my woes similar to Black Rob
You have no love for the craft? Don’t quit your day or night job
I quit both to extend my life to ya’ll
Yeah I sacrificed a lot to contribute to hip hop
When shit feel apart and all of the bucks stopped
My first love was there for me when I had not
I stuck with it like now I’ma do this properly
So I cut off everything that I felt was fucking obsolete
My dedication was strong, there was no probably
I dropped think before you speak, this is not a hobby
For me, cause when I picked up the pen again
It wasn’t about getting signed or making Benjamins
It was to show these fuck boys that I’m killing them
They’re resting in peace with each stroke of my pen
I don’t need gas to start up my ignition
And that’s exactly what makes me a fuckin’ rapthematician
Hook
That’s what makes me a rapthematition
That’s what makes me a rapthematition
That’s what makes me a rapthematition
That’s what makes me a rapthematition
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