[Intro: Street Hymns]
Welcome to AP Class
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[Verse 1: Street Hymns]
Put on yo thinking caps
I’m the type make you bring it back
I’m the type to think in caps
Using big words
When it come to bars if you surely use your temple
You can see why I ain’t get to buzzing
They ain’t getting nothing
Shirley Temple tap into my mind
You should get a compass
North, South, East, Mitchell West
Both parents put the pen to something
So it’s in my genes that got handed down
If I brain storm, I could get to flooding
If I’m hunting (bat bat BANG)
Call me Century 'cause I keep it gunning
If discussing (tick tock BANG)
Call me century, I keep it 100
In battling I could face cards with the greats, but
Ya’ll still think I’m bluffing
They ain’t fond of me
But I’m still something like a G.O.A.T
You can call me Mr. Tumnus
Slow and Steady I ain’t with the rushing
Take my time
'Cause I’m living it, vigilant
I have unlimited pills off a limitless dealing
Mixing for a deal and it’s diligent
They say I’m only a lyricist
That cannot kill a hit
Game full of puppets, their limited
Keep on talking out the side of your mouth, dummy
I put the trill in ventriloquist
I listen to Aaliyah
When it rains I’m missing you
R-I-P to Robert Davis
I’m missing screws
Like my brain
I’m insane
Studio is the institute
Put in crazy work
Wear a straitjacket like a business suit
(Uh)
Hmm
[Verse 2: C. Burris]
Put on your thinking caps
Told my parents I would help 'em out
In my twenties but I'm stepping out
And life is way to short I'm tryna stretch it out
I'm 6'3", height is from my mother
Taller than my Dad I guess I'm stretching out
I go to work and try to treat my clients right
But up above is where my check come out
So I'm tryna hustle, God is watching me
And got me dry spelled, but never drought
So I'm going muscle, life is heavy lifting
I put on, especially for my city
Keeping secret but her face is pretty
Wear a belt because it's getting tricky
Hoodie on like a bulletproof
Saving for a pair of boots 'Bout $150
But you know I gotta wear a blazer with it
Finished with a Texas Ranger fitted
Looking sharp, you should pay attention
Speak my language with me, homies can't forget me
Keep it 150, you can keep the 50
Brought a little extra 'cause I keep it with me
Please don't think I'm saying that the heat is with me
When I tell you that the peace is with me
And I got enough for everybody, anybody get it
Yeah the pizza's with me
Saying grace, I bless the food, hands that prepared it
And the people eating with me
Really I am just a Christian man
Tryna do better and my team is with me
Don't stop, won't stop
Got too much heart
Homie and the beat is with me
Yeah
[Verse 3: YourWelcome]
Put on your thinking caps
I’m the type make you bring it back
That’s a type writer
Find a diamond at the end of every line
I’m a kite flyer
Pals hating spot 'em like a dalmatian
I be with my dogs like I fight fires
It’s the truth bruh
'Cause all these cats
Got me mixed up
Something like ligers
I am quite tired
To these light squires
Ringing over heads like a court jester
Make 'em gravel
'Cause I’m from a city
Where they banging hammers
That’s a court gesture
Polish flows yeah
Anybody going hardwood
That’s the court texture
Message that I’m sending
Got they heads spinning
Yeah, homie, I’m a Vortexer
Rolling like xan
I’m been on Tweet
Blowing like a fan
I been on breeze
My mind is reckless
My shining necklace
Either way you check it, I been on bling
Ride up and blast 'em
Don’t have to premedidate
Fly to the masses
I rapture these featherweights
Shine with the bars
Like I’m rapping at Heaven's Gates
I rep my city I have to be delicate
The deli was open
I chop up the beef and get ready to serve a hater
I’m Dellavedova
One look at me balling
Know I’m from the dirty player
And me I been rapping since cash[?]
[?] had em’ doing the percolator
It’s music for the free
Yeah that mean
You don’t have to return the favor