Lyrical Lesson by Ragz_the_Raggamuffin Lyrics
[Verse 1: Mo the General]
Listen, here comes a lyrical lesson
For you weaklings and freshmen, who think you got a blessing
And I'm, strong enough, yup, crossing the border
Where its murder and slaughter, if you really wanna go there
And I'm, too heavy on my shit, ya' heard
But it's too many people talkin' shit in this world
So I'mma expose my truth through, lyrically murder
Straight spittin' talkin' shit and diss ya
So what the fuck is up with you, you nappy headed hoes
You always running around lookin' for some motherfucking indo
So get the fuck out the door , and dont you come back
'Cuz I'mma lay traps, including bringing multiple gats
Bullets, they leaving the fucking drum mags
Could you really handle that, or is it a fact
That you talk so much shit, you got to stay strapped
And my lyrical and physical levels, they always be capped
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ragz]
Lyrical lessons will light spark my ingenuety
Like ya'll like bodies but can't stand for nudity
Freshin' up it's booty free, give yo' cash to me
You takin' a lesson right now, do you think I do this shit for free
I never understood the whole message
You let 'em run free as soon you see them getting treasured
Throw yo' box life away, your cinderella date
Expires all the love it'll only supply the hate
Lyrical lessons, the essence of antagonist vengeance
You dumb fuckin' peasants
You can't see the truth if yo' eyes remain closed
That's not your dead brother, it's dead truth the body holds
If you can't fathom pills, the pills will fathom you
Take a look at the world try tellin' me these things ain't true
If you ain't around when your third eye opens
Keep a shield for illuminating explosions
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Samir Madad]
Folka tror rap er om å ha massevis av bare ry
Lage låter basert på løgn og tro de lager liv
Også har vi tullinger som tror det er alltid chill å ta seg weed
Når dem vanligvis ender opp med barnerim på slappe beats
Istedenfor å pæse mot, dem pæser swag
Tror de dreper beaten når det er æres skjært
Kjære rappere, ærlig talt det er'kke greit
Skjærer seg selv, kan noen fortelle at de rapper feil
Emoer, gjennom tenk
Metaforer eller metamfetamin på metoder
En ego venn, følger demoner
Et fenomen er at de ikke vet om det
Leksjon 16 på 16 skoletime takter
(Pay attention) og husk å ta med skrivesaker
Gi meg en femmer, jeg gir deg ti tilbake
Kast din tid på meg og få mer enn din tid tilbake
[Hook]
Listen, here comes a lyrical lesson
For you weaklings and freshmen, who think you got a blessing
And I'm, strong enough, yup, crossing the border
Where its murder and slaughter, if you really wanna go there
And I'm, too heavy on my shit, ya' heard
But it's too many people talkin' shit in this world
So I'mma expose my truth through, lyrically murder
Straight spittin' talkin' shit and diss ya
So what the fuck is up with you, you nappy headed hoes
You always running around lookin' for some motherfucking indo
So get the fuck out the door , and dont you come back
'Cuz I'mma lay traps, including bringing multiple gats
Bullets, they leaving the fucking drum mags
Could you really handle that, or is it a fact
That you talk so much shit, you got to stay strapped
And my lyrical and physical levels, they always be capped
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ragz]
Lyrical lessons will light spark my ingenuety
Like ya'll like bodies but can't stand for nudity
Freshin' up it's booty free, give yo' cash to me
You takin' a lesson right now, do you think I do this shit for free
I never understood the whole message
You let 'em run free as soon you see them getting treasured
Throw yo' box life away, your cinderella date
Expires all the love it'll only supply the hate
Lyrical lessons, the essence of antagonist vengeance
You dumb fuckin' peasants
You can't see the truth if yo' eyes remain closed
That's not your dead brother, it's dead truth the body holds
If you can't fathom pills, the pills will fathom you
Take a look at the world try tellin' me these things ain't true
If you ain't around when your third eye opens
Keep a shield for illuminating explosions
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Samir Madad]
Folka tror rap er om å ha massevis av bare ry
Lage låter basert på løgn og tro de lager liv
Også har vi tullinger som tror det er alltid chill å ta seg weed
Når dem vanligvis ender opp med barnerim på slappe beats
Istedenfor å pæse mot, dem pæser swag
Tror de dreper beaten når det er æres skjært
Kjære rappere, ærlig talt det er'kke greit
Skjærer seg selv, kan noen fortelle at de rapper feil
Emoer, gjennom tenk
Metaforer eller metamfetamin på metoder
En ego venn, følger demoner
Et fenomen er at de ikke vet om det
Leksjon 16 på 16 skoletime takter
(Pay attention) og husk å ta med skrivesaker
Gi meg en femmer, jeg gir deg ti tilbake
Kast din tid på meg og få mer enn din tid tilbake
[Hook]