LockSmith | Mean 16 by The RapFest Lyrics

[Verse 1 by LockSmith] And I tell 'em young fella, run fella/ New York city slum dweller/ problems find you like them Africans selling umbrellas/ lies vary, survive barely, I swear these n*ggas trying to keep me out like Meek Mill in library/ primary disfunction at this junction/ you a slave to the hype, what I write is a disruption/ discussing the matter further, it's murder you run from it/ couldn't understand my ?, cause you n*ggas ain't come from it/ rapping is academics, a school that you desire/ the dean has a magazine, the faculty is like the writers/ the student body is under pressure, so why would I apply to be a freshman I'm smarter than your professors/ lyrically, I'm here, y'all knee level/ I see treble, that's C level/ you sleeping with the devil/ so he without sin, cast the first stone alone/ so tell me which one are you, the pot or the tea kettle?