The Art of Rapping

[Intro]
Yeah
Turn the beat up
Let's do this
Yeah
Yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
They called CK a snake, I'm over that
They wanna take me, I got my baseball bat
They see the gat that I pack, cover that with my baseball cap
No chink in my armour Shun, I don't mess with that
What's all this with Year 11 revision
Honestly, I'm not lying, so listen
You think I'ma rap with a wack flow like that?
I learnt from the best, so you can scratch that
CK's here, and he ain't sad with it
If Stella's there, then Jasper's bad with it
If you shoot the gun, you're gonna mad miss it
When you hear CK's bars, you can never rad diss it

[Chorus]
Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack class
Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas
I go in hard, come in top of the charts
Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art
Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack class
Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas
I go in hard, come in top of the charts
Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art

[Verse 2]
See man in the ends, yeah, man ain't playing
Come at you with these bars, G, start praying
Full force when I come through, call me Bocchi
When you face me, prepare to get socked see
What I do, it ain't no hobby, it's an art
What I do, it's all professional, there's no drafts
You'll be driven like I ran you over
So toxic you'd think I was a MOBA
Close, far, North, South, East, West
It's not disputed, I'm obviously the best
Transformers up in here, yeah, fallen like a crest
Warrior is what I am, my one chance to impress

[Chorus]
Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack class
Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas
I go in hard, come in top of the charts
Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art
Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack class
Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas
I go in hard, come in top of the charts
Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art

[Verse 3]
My rap name's official, it ain't Caleks
Being real with you, I'm done with that white boy, Alex
That Agricola looking nerd thinks I'ma give up this set?
Boy, you're thinking too wrong, I think it's time to see the vet
You mutt, you suck, you runt, you need to get a life
Watch it when you get cuts all over just from this knife
A persecutor, prosecutor, slaughtering's what I do
You think you'll squash the beef, man, you can't handle the truth
They call me the Kobe of rap
The slaughterer's back
Ain't no stepping to me, son, when I'm done with this crap
Call it a panic attack
Get these kids to evac
They can't handle all this when I pump it right to the max

[Chorus]
Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack class
Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas
I go in hard, come in top of the charts
Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art
Ra ra, yeah, just like I lack class
Ra ra, yeah, just like the new Nas
I go in hard, come in top of the charts
Call me Da Vinci, I make rapping an art