School Of Rap by The PaK Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Gingervitus]
Acid trapped
In my own existence
Lucid raps
Pop a tab to understand me
Perception is your imagination
The exception
Is when you turn on your hd television
Is what you see real? America has to ask
The system is some trash, you wait to get mashed
The only motivation is for a fat stack
All over the nation, I'm bringing rap back, uh
See through the picture, not a hipster
Weed, and little liquor are a gingers kind of figures
In between things, Malcolm in the middle
Never touch a paint brush, and paint amazing pictures
Think the flow vanilla?
Than I'll go acapella
You a Michael Jackson thriller
I can't get any realer
A ginger on point like a pyramid
You're the bud ice type, and you smoke pyramids
Living real life, Down to earth, high as a kite
The world is yours, It's time to get mine
Who gon stop me? Like Kanye in his hay day
I ride slow homie, and let the music play
[Verse 2]
Fly-walkin' in heaven but lookin' devilish
Feelin' hella special I'm sharp as a fuckin' pencil tip
Doesn't take a methodist to tell you that i'm blessed
I was gifted with shelter I guess I'm living in the present-tense
Kickin' it like hacky sack
This my laffy taffy rap
I be off my rocker, Willy Wonka on an acid tab
Find me on safari you can spot me like I'm half giraffe
Slap a faggy rapper out of class, that's the aftermath
Luke fly-swattin' these lames like I'm Mr. Myagi
Doing karate and I'm spittin' hot as wasabi
Philosophy: I'm as awkward as african hockey
Diplocmatic bag I never bother to bury the bodies
Acid trapped
In my own existence
Lucid raps
Pop a tab to understand me
Perception is your imagination
The exception
Is when you turn on your hd television
Is what you see real? America has to ask
The system is some trash, you wait to get mashed
The only motivation is for a fat stack
All over the nation, I'm bringing rap back, uh
See through the picture, not a hipster
Weed, and little liquor are a gingers kind of figures
In between things, Malcolm in the middle
Never touch a paint brush, and paint amazing pictures
Think the flow vanilla?
Than I'll go acapella
You a Michael Jackson thriller
I can't get any realer
A ginger on point like a pyramid
You're the bud ice type, and you smoke pyramids
Living real life, Down to earth, high as a kite
The world is yours, It's time to get mine
Who gon stop me? Like Kanye in his hay day
I ride slow homie, and let the music play
[Verse 2]
Fly-walkin' in heaven but lookin' devilish
Feelin' hella special I'm sharp as a fuckin' pencil tip
Doesn't take a methodist to tell you that i'm blessed
I was gifted with shelter I guess I'm living in the present-tense
Kickin' it like hacky sack
This my laffy taffy rap
I be off my rocker, Willy Wonka on an acid tab
Find me on safari you can spot me like I'm half giraffe
Slap a faggy rapper out of class, that's the aftermath
Luke fly-swattin' these lames like I'm Mr. Myagi
Doing karate and I'm spittin' hot as wasabi
Philosophy: I'm as awkward as african hockey
Diplocmatic bag I never bother to bury the bodies