The Abandonment of Ticonderoga

[Verse 1: Jamz]
My brainchild is framed now, so its really on
Reporting live from a level that you're not nearly on
Yeah, it's been delayed
By my outta pocket tuition
But it's cool, no cuttin school
No clouds in ambition
Jamz be that MC, like alphabet soup
I got the power, I'm a problem, its gotta be Q
My cool breeze gotcha showered in honesty that fuels my flight
Rough around the edges, I don't gotta be
Smooth
Through the friends, and strangers, the way the posse cut
I dropped Goin Up, and them niggas got me up
I'm the best in the league off the interlude
Told ya time and time again, you'll never find an iller dude
World champ QB
No Drew Brees
No black & gold
I stay on my green like blue cheese
@DamnJamz, got em blowing up the twitter
Defecating in ya faces, blowing up the shitter, gross
Don't be bitter, my niggas just get better
To tell it true you rappers pointless as thin sweaters
Or white crayons, no I'm not Akon
But I should be a convict for all these tracks I slay on
On and ima stay on
Door to door like Avon
But I'm pushin audio dope, I gets my weight on
The success of my labor was latent
Now I'm ditching Ticonderoga, I'm bic'n, Papermate'n
Paper-chasin, passion burning, Jamz determined
To be Jamz, nothin else, should see his ass in person
They say he's quiet, reserved, keeps to himself
Ain't gotta say shit, cuz real shit speaks for itself
Are you listening, nigga? I don't speak for my health
Tryna bring revolution, have us bleeding of wealth
Negative niggas talkin down, think less than nothing of it
They say I'm corny, check my tweets, see I fucking love it
But I embrace my flaws improve on what I can
Yet at the days end, I'm only just a fucking man
They been on it, since back when we dropped that Designer
The wait is over nigga, Jennifer Hudson, Rihanna
She got on her fuck me pumps, not tryna oblige her
Cuz I been hustlin, no lustin, not much time for vagina
They tell me slow down, no catch up, I'm next up, and next after the next nigga, undoubtedly the best, nigga
From the coochie, to the soil I elevate
So that by comparison yesterdays me is a featherweight
Tryna defeat myself, unleash my hell on the limits set in place to breach myself
Progression
Ain't suggestin that every battle I foughts won, but naysayers are insects, I'm bouta get my off, on
Dream big see it come true, dream bigger, rinse and repeat to discourage the dreamkillers
See my confidence rise, respond to the eyes
That are gifted and lifted by the light of the skies
Die of surprise if you figured that I was gonna plummet
My trig is in black ink nigga, I'm still 100
I envision us listening again with precision
To accomplish the mission, set before us of kids wishin
To grow up with families where isn't a figure missin
And we givin love again and now isn't just physical
Given its gonna take whole lotta clock tickin' we got it
Not an option, its us or the opposition
Stoppin us is gonna be the opposite of addition
That's difficult to get but you'll see when we're finished
We'll be kings
And queens, a nation of power..
It's The People.. No equal, The Nation is ours.. Math In Ink