Elementary

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 Nigga 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, shh shh, that's 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 to 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 niggas 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 that 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 nigga