Rap 101

[Chorus]
To all the niggas that I build with, peoples that I chill with
Bitches that I deal with, can you feel it?
Competition, I bring out the best in y'all
This is Rap 101, ain't no time to ball

[Verse 1]
Brothers wanna be All Stars, claimin' to be MC's
But can't count bars, so here's sixteen
That'll make a spleen rupture, slide you the day break drum
And let some facts, fuck it
The type of suckers I don't tolerate, claimin' you slammin'
But yo, that's strictly your milk crates
Why me and my raps sheets tight like grass and cleats on athletes
That's incredible, to leave a rhyme walk as a dullible
These brothers be killin' mе, supposed to be full Philly, but don't rap it right
So herе's the proper procedures on how to rock a mic
And outta spite, I write rhymes to clap you
Gallion from seas, I'm the stone comin' at you
Stiffer than statues is you, when I'm through
The shit you hearin' out's a preview
Adagio! crew, it's comin' back, 101 class rap
Real niggas bop your heads and grab your nut sack

[Chorus]
To all the niggas that I build with, peoples that I chill with
Bitches that I deal with, can you feel it?
Competition, I bring out the best in y'all
This is Rap 101, ain't no time to ball

[Verse 2]
It's perpetual motion when I'm flowin' on the mic
Strictly braggin' and boastin', the real nigga type, yo
I got this rap shit covered, like my dick
If I'm laid up with a late night lover, get that ass sick (Ha-ha)
My words stampede your herbs and herds
Your old guys served 'cause Rayme Supreme shit was preferred
From West Phil with the rhyme skills
I turn crews and beat providers into sympathizers
My style goes back like synthesizers, back in the Eighties
Shit was crazy, niggas snorted coke, rockin' tight leather coats
So don't provoke my rap, half your niggas can't read so you about to learn math
Call it subtraction, my flow chain reactin'
Throughout city states and towns, boroughs, crews and factions
The upmost, smoke lye with hard flows
Push your shit up, it's time we have a toke, check it out

[Chorus]
To all the niggas that I build with, peoples that I chill with
Bitches that I deal with, can you feel it?
Competition, I bring out the best in y'all
This is Rap 101, ain't no time to ball

[Verse 3]
Yo, most rappers perform under false pretense
For shit they kickin', they need to be locked in precincts
For indecent exposure as mic holders
At public events, excuse me ladies and gents
As I interject, put these rhymes back in perspective
You, your crew staff, label, stink collective
As I shine, reflective, my inner thoughts
Point me to the right direction for comin' off
Twenty-five to life, that's what I'm biddin'
My competition's counterfeitin', loud livin' (Ha-ha)
Try to be status quo, what I drop is natural
Why you goin' out purely vaginal?
I wet my feet on break beats advanced
To 4-tracks, SP's with just the 12 on bet
And now I've come full circle to make the rap game tilt
Yo, I'm out like Harry Rosen spot built, check it out

[Chorus]
To all the niggas that I build with, peoples that I chill with
Bitches that I deal with, can you feel it?
Competition, I bring out the best in y'all
This is Rap 101, ain't no time to ball
To all the niggas that I build with, peoples that I chill with
Bitches that I deal with, can you feel it?
Competition, I bring out the best in y'all
This is Rap 101, ain't no time to ball

[Outro]
Ain't no time to ball
Ain't no time to ball, yo
To all the niggas that I build with, check it out
To all the bitches that I deal with, check it out
To all peoples that I chill with, can you feel it?