Just Chris - Lyrical Lesson lyrics

[Verse 1: Mo the General] Listen, here comes a lyrical lesson For you weaklings and freshmen, who think you got a blessing And I'm, strong enough, yup, crossing the border Where its murder and slaughter, if you really wanna go there And I'm, too heavy on my sh**, ya' heard But it's too many people talkin' sh** in this world So I'mma expose my truth through, lyrically murder Straight spittin' talkin' sh** and diss ya So what the f** is up with you, you nappy headed hoes You always running around lookin' for some motherf**ing indo So get the f** out the door , and dont you come back 'Cuz I'mma lay traps, including bringing multiple gats Bullets, they leaving the f**ing drum mags Could you really handle that, or is it a fact That you talk so much sh**, you got to stay strapped And my lyrical and physical levels, they always be capped [Hook] [Verse 2: Ragz] Lyrical lessons will light spark my ingenuety Like ya'll like bodies but can't stand for nudity Freshin' up it's booty free, give yo' cash to me You takin' a lesson right now, do you think I do this sh** for free I never understood the whole message You let 'em run free as soon you see them getting treasured Throw yo' box life away, your cinderella date Expires all the love it'll only supply the hate Lyrical lessons, the essence of antagonist vengeance You dumb f**in' peasants You can't see the truth if yo' eyes remain closed That's not your dead brother, it's dead truth the body holds If you can't fathom pills, the pills will fathom you Take a look at the world try tellin' me these things ain't true If you ain't around when your third eye opens Keep a shield for illuminating explosions [Hook] [Verse 3: Samir Madad] Folka tror rap er om å ha ma**evis av bare ry Lage låter basert på løgn og tro de lager liv Også har vi tullinger som tror det er alltid chill å ta seg weed Når dem vanligvis ender opp med barnerim på slappe beats Istedenfor å pæse mot, dem pæser swag Tror de dreper beaten når det er æres skjært Kjære rappere, ærlig talt det er'kke greit Skjærer seg selv, kan noen fortelle at de rapper feil Emoer, gjennom tenk Metaforer eller metamfetamin på metoder En ego venn, følger demoner Et fenomen er at de ikke vet om det Leksjon 16 på 16 skoletime takter (Pay attention) og husk å ta med skrivesaker Gi meg en femmer, jeg gir deg ti tilbake Kast din tid på meg og få mer enn din tid tilbake [Hook]