Ace Shocka - Advanced Placement lyrics

[Intro] I always wanted to rhyme on this sh** Look, look [Verse 1] I'm too tired to be working now Don't know if this rap sh** going to be working out I still love doing it, but it's funny like Music just another way to get your money right Remember chilling freestyling on a wack beat With the Puffs buckwilding in the back seat? I used to send my tape out to my best friends Now I send it out to critics in the West End That's just how the game goes my dog, it's competition I feel like I'm the only one who see what comp is missing cause they Got the hoes and they got the chains, but they don't Got the soul, no they ain't got the brains, but I don't Got the nerve to say how I feel So I put it on the page and that's how I deal But this sh** ain't perfect, I'm just checking you Cause pretty soon we're going to both see the reckoner Yeah, we going to both see the reckoner [Hook] x2 Mic check, 1-2 can ya'll hear me? Can't no other rappers even get near me Yeah, mic check on a beat If you let Ace at it I might flex on a beat x2 [Verse 2] Young Patawon the beat flows through I'm the one ladies want to be close to Cause I'm a dope rapper and my beats dope too (No they not, motherf**er this an 8-bar loop) sh**, you got me there, it's a Radiohead clip With a kick drum and a snare drum that I ripped, I'm a Long way off Kanye, but my flow icey as the visions of Dante So I'ma stay a student of the game forever And while they all snoozing I be doing it better So ya'll can question me, disrespecting me, I will never second guess No second best, no doubt, one second left Cut to the middle MJ on these motherf**ers My joints hot, Bengay on these motherf**ers Rap master sensei to these motherf**ers So listen what my pen say to these motherf**ers [Interlude: Malcolm X] Who taught you to hate yourself? From the top of your head to the soles of your feet No, bbefore you come asking Muhammad does he teach hate You should who, yourself, who taught you to hate being what God gave you [Verse 3] I can't believe I let this bullsh** all up in my head That if I want to sell then I got to build my cred Well ya'll can check my cover letter and my resume because I'm guessing they Forgot that I don't talk, I let the record play I moved it to New York, but I started in the basement I always been the best, that's why it's called Advanced Placement And f** street credit I got AP Credit I'ma raise all bars just as soon as ya'll set it They said I couldn't rap, but I proved them wrong Said I couldn't make hits, then I made this song Now they say they love me, why'd it take so long? I'm a first year freshman, I been rapping for 3 You rapping for the daps that's why they clapping for me I'm just rapping for the pa**ion so the action is free I'm puting on a damn show, so get your a** in the seat I'm just laughing when they say I act irrationally Because I'm pa**ing all my cla**es while I'm catching the heat And ya'll be grasping on the mic, you need to pa** it to me So I can ventilate the track while I'm catching the beat [Outro] Mr. Shock Shock x2 Let them know you in the building, Mr. Shock Shock Yes sir, yes lord Advanced Placement, Ace Shocka, uhh (Yo Shock, man what the f** was that? That's how you ending the album? Are you serious? Man, come on that's bull sh**. You got to do something harder than that You got to d** with hoes, or something Something we can put on in the club, let's go man. Damn)