Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pensive] Come inside the classroom, take off your jackets Open up to chapter one, the study of the classics This is not your average, teacher who is speaking More like some extra reading I've been sneaking on my weekends 'cus i cannot get away from this, rapping i was made for this Study hall is like a tape to demonstrate my faithfullness To everyone before me who expanded on the art form I tilt my snapback hat and put my hand up on my heart for em Its been a long time since we cared about the elements Five essential parts of hip hop intelligence If you were an mc you'd rock the mic with eloquence Bringing lyrical embellishment to your relatives If theres evidence of your excellence your selling this Never been dependent on your popness or your relevance I got this im the excrement, the shit in layman's terms I'm hotter than the temperature of pits where satan burns [Verse 2: Pensive] Back in that state of mind, in the place and time Where I'm looking for a light, yeah a way to shine Back in the view to see, i do this fluently Representing my community I'm doing me, it ain't for you to be A critic I just live it spit it truthfully Raise your hands to the place where the roof should be And then listen to my lyrics laced through the beat And I'm the one, always keep some heat like a gun Except its near the street on my feet i can run At any given moment if you notice sneakers laced tight Cobra with the vocals bringing dopeness like a snake bite Its hopeless i don't play fight, everything is real If you focus and your aims right, better get a deal Man thats always in the movies but not everything is reel You cannot flood the market when the levy has been sealed [Verse 3: Pensive] So without further ado, i welcome you to study hall Come in hurry one and all even if you're young and small You can still take notes about this generation past That laid down the foundation that was set in place to last They expanded on the early rap that grew out of the eighties Which sampled from the soul music they knew when they were babies Which all came from the blues, gospel mixed with jazz Now its time for me to add my own i thought you'd never ask