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Production.Mix. @Michael-Alan-Cooper
Rec. Beef
Lyrics
"Ay, ay, I just graduated
I just graduated...
I just graduated and I'm feeling like I made it
I came in on probation and now I'm off papers
Again, again
I made it through a double major now they all want me to change
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
So nice, you could say it thrice
I feel like Of Mice and Men the alternate ending
Where Crooks kills the lynch mob
Curly dies alone
And Lenny and I get ghost, find land and pull hos
Y'all couldn't ride my flow for tirdy trillion
And these bricks y'all are throwing up, I could build build-ons
If you were me, you woulda OD'd in '03
Sitting in a tree with Kayleigh and H-E-R-O-I-N-E
My penmanship and my fucked up brain
Is my fucked up way of getting through a fucked up day
I hear voices in my head
Doc told me I'm insane
And he wrote sumn on a sheet too
But I threw it in the waste
See, music is my medicine, acetaminophen-adrenaline of loyalty, honor, truth
But for suburban intelligence, all this is irrelevant, they'd rather passive aggress and rue, oh lord
Them and the D-boys but I digress
I'll go right back in, if you're on my neck
With a crib, two whips and a steady check
I'm like Hercules with a bigger flex
MLK with better rhetoric
I just graduated and I'm feeling like I made it
I came in on probation and now I'm off papers
Again, again
I made it through a double major now they all want me to change
Yea, I got fangs, I got big ole fangs
I'm out here licking everything every full moon
But I ain't banging, I just knock hard
It's cold up here woo, and I won't be Deken Frosted
Fuck growing up, I'm 6-4, impossible to ignore
I'm the man that these pussies don't have the balls or dick for
I took roulette chances, it's a bet I deserve this
I tightened the hondo and cut cakes when fake friends desserted
So believe me when I say, there's a better way than a resume and that iron cage you're stuck in
Quit that chicken shit and clucking, and put your budget back in the oven
Cause where I'm from, it ain't for lovers
You need to suffer, work and study before ya covet that West Side money
It's funny, how they go running, when they see me coming
Even judges, can't take my drive, when they take my L's
I keep my foot on the gas when I'm going through hell
Leaving treadmarks on burnouts
I'm building Basement Made til it's a house name, jack
I'll never sell my frame
I just graduated and I'm feeling like I made it
I came in on probation and now I'm off papers
Again, again
I made it through a double major now they all want me to change
I'm a freak, a new genus
Psychologically deranged genius
Student-traplete, that's me
Jock meets punk meets hippie meets thug
I'd and graduated from basic classifications cuz"
