Kenn Starr - Square One lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenn Starr] Forget the chitchat and let's make it happen The ones who said I'd never make it rappin' Are torn to shreds like cleanin' carpet spills with a paper napkin Regard my sk** as a gift to the ma**es So I guess you could consider this "wrappin" The bars, the curriculum within the song givin' em cla**es Mr. Starr ain't givin' no pa**es I dont grade on a curve, I got a way with them words This ain't the Revenge of the Nerds And ain't no bullies getting they a** kicked Was thinking that I wasn't fully built for this rap sh** Retracted, and never reconsidered my pa**ion I took all of them feelings I had And then turned em into the venom and the acid I'm kllin' the track with You bag what you practice, them feminine tactics Queens with a lisp all in your accent A man purse, skinny jeans, buncha glitter all in your Chapstick Integrity, I wonder where that went- its absent We need it, cause generally speakin' There's too many MC's claimin' general or kingpin Allow me to give em a minute so it can sink in I'm on the brink 'n I'm trynna make a dollar outta fifteen lincolns Ballin on a budget like 15's twinklin' Callin' on Low Budget to revise and revitalize The type of hip-hop that you pride and you idolize And you can sink your teeth in Let me breathe and regain my composure Yeah I'm in the game for exposure Came for the fame and the dough but I'm stayin' for the closure I told ya, my DNA's engrained with the culture Even when I do it like I'm jokin' around I still sound like the dopest around To find competition you would have to dig a hole, open the ground And make a dead rapper open his mouth Let's take it back to square one