PART 1
So I'm in cla** right
Like what am I doing here yo, I'm mad nice
That's a Schoolboy Q album, an oxymoron
If you ain't get that, you better ask a moron
Anyways I'm in geometry defining philosophies of isosceles
But reality is obsolete
So my mind starts to speak & hits control alt delete
Because everything that was on the board wasn't key
I wanna be relevant
I could be the genesis of my city
I have proverbs, my n***a Mark has the testaments
Watch as He brews up an exodus
Reaching for stars, Ima give Henrietta Leavitt a kiss
Wow I'm not a math genius but Rap Genuis gon need rap genius for this black genius that smacks demons & hara** Iraq leaders
I'm a pa**enger of God's will, we'll see where that leads us
All these whack teachers
They don't believe in dreams
They only care about logic & reasoning
So anything that can't be seen must be obscene
Just sit around & distribute papers evenly
You can't expel my hope
Where's the sharks that ain't afraid to wail out hope
Givin you bars, ain't no bail out tho
Dude you a sellout, I'm just tryna sell out shows
I wanna meet my idols but my life is looking idle
Music is life, why you think all our organs are vital?
All this math darkens my aura
And I hate my ex so uwhy am I solving for her
Those are the questions I ask
I don't have a future with none of the x's I've graphed
And I don't see the value of all the lessons I've grasped
But I do see the value of every message I've rapped
PART 2
This is for that little n***a sittin in cla**
With a composition full of written raps
The teacher would ask him, ''What you wanna be?''
And he would say ''Rapper'', she said ''Wrong answer''
Society's opinions what you can't trust, they tell you where you can't go
Tell you what you can't touch, they try to take advantage and mold you
Like you're in ceramics, outstanding
You just gotta do the opposite of panic
Cause you know every single continent demands it
Take that airplane and do the opposite of land it
The haters are gonna be the ones polishing your mansion
Ain't no argument that can be handed, to me, telling me otherwise
So dont listen to them other guys, talking that jive
Tel them haters that you will rise and you shine bright in the moonlight
You and the moon are one which means you and the moon have ties, thats right
And water is the source all life, and your heart is the airport where ambition takes flight
Dont ever let them n***as tell you ''different ain't right''
Anything envisioned, you gotta get it alright?
Turn off the television, its really all lies and a bunch of superstition tryna take over your mind
Everything is superficial, we're all victims of this time
Yeah, we're all victims of this time
So I just go outside....and stare at the solar system all night, cause this system ain't right