Rap101

They watch what I do, but they ain't got a scooby

I bet they won't shoot while I live this movie

I'm one of a kind

I'm not one of your guys that follow line by line, tryna ride the hype

What's that like?

I wouldn't know

Good as gold

I saw the reins and took a hold

That **** heard my shit, then took flow

I don't blame him, his shit frigid, he wouldn't blow

And if I had a soul, I would've sold

'Cause fuck this life wholeheartedly

If Mokes at the table, King Charles couldn't pardon me

I bleed this shit, this ain't art, this is artery

Check the armory, I'm still street like Carnaby, huh

Anyway, not M-I-A or renegade

Just a reroute

Meanwhile, got the pen again

Let me throw game

Homeboy, give the pen away

Catch that step, kid, 5-6-7-8

Mokes

Put the S on the front for every one that's trying to compete with a separate one

I'm him

What? Your memory gone?

I'm the judge, on my father

I'm where you get your energy from, huh

This is Rap 101

This shit so easy it's actually fun

If it's you v me, I'm proton charged

I naturally won

You're not matching me once

This is 10,000 hours of lit, baby

Always been a bit Swayze

They still want more cah I spit crazy

Been Swae Lee to all them internet boys that don't live bravely

What a shame

In real life, you see 'em on their Js and they dames

It's so inane, it's all a odd game that they play

Same way I rap and get paid

Like a Chipotle wage, I don't see their shade

'Cause everybody just got a stone to throw

In they glass houses, it's all phoney though

'Cause I see you right through 'em, but lo and behold

When my shit goes up, it's bro to Mokes

Can't remember the last time I got inspired

Them flows are tired, I know they tryin'

They feen kettles, but they'll settle for the home appliance

While Mokes supplyin' this pressure to provoke the bias

I'm so defiant

We are nothing alike, darg

Live fast, die hard, new flow, bypass

Remember what I said about my art

My heart don't skip beats when them guys bar, huh

If you didn't know, get to know

I keep this shit kickin' like a metronome

Rapping at the very top echelon

I'm a rap boy's epilogue

Last words: "Can't we all just get along?"

Nope

I fed 'em enough rope

We can't hang

But you can

No matter what you plan, Mokes got a better one

Careful, click, click, Wu Tang

**** can't let me get my groove back

It's dangerous, dargie

I know him, he's a plagiarist, dargie, huh

So how could I rate him, debate him, or even hate him

Could rap-battle in hell and set fire to Satan

I'm nasty with it

Half man, half amazing

Nah, fuck that, I'm full amazing

I'll erase him

You know Mokes, you can't faze him, huh

I'll cook all your dargs like a Asian

And leave their lungs failin'

Infinite smoke

Don't tek mi fi joke

Anyway, man

Yeah, that's enough, man

There goes the three-minute mark, it's comin'

3, 2, 1, there we go

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