R. Miles - Alma Mater lyrics

(Hey on yer right) (hey on yer left) (over here on yer right) (over here on yer left) (can't ig me on yer right) (can't ig me on yer left) (I'm still on yer right) (I'm still on yer left) Like what you hear or does it seem offensive Some be apprehensive when they trip on gyp intensive The lines were never friendly I need to blur the border Typical for the Brix wayward daughter Folx might find it Lil hard to comprehend My fractured phrase- it tends to leave the listener in a haze And they dazed-amazing becuz for what it's worth I'm tripping on you floating while I'm being down to earth Ya feel me? I feel you We right at the third Clairvoyance getting buoyant with every single word Cuz I'm multi-genre meows truly stays clownded I ain't real rap well you ain't well rounded Quit judging chyck solely off her dance tip It's the root of the culture for meow so I make it Try to break me down I'll be kintsukuroi I be the goi (The goi?) The su to the goi Fit me out with that boom bap Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that Lemme drop it down on that boom bip And blow you all away with how I do it Alma mater—right back to the one The source—right back to the one Alma mater—right back to the one The source—right back to the one Mayday: I got a spark I just needed a little Boom bap But keep it positive cuz we got enough Gloom tracks Still in the dungeon no dragon Like a doom map Till GATA hit me up and said “It's time to bring the boom back Cosplay MC without the cartoon rap But anime-inspired like she's bringing sailor Moon back The game is big enough it's time to make room, jack Don't wanna budge—you don't want me on a goon track I'll spit it hotter than a concubine in June's gat While you'll be shuckin' and jivin' like a coon black I'll leave you permanently scarred like a ruined tat Cuz I'm a you-don't-wanna-mess-with-him-at-high-noon cat Lyrically flew over your head—like zoom that's You standing there looking like a grounded loon black Tried to tarnish my image—that's just a wound, scrap As I prepare to wreck your career—won't see ya soon, dap Fit me out with that boom bap Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that Lemme drop it down on that boom bip And blow you all away with how I do it Alma mater—right back to the one The source—right back to the one Alma mater—right back to the one The source—right back to the one I remember how trax were built at one time They simply went on for the sake of the rhyme And the verses kinda went on forever it seemed Now we wrap them in lil boxes of sixteen Verse chorus verse chorus verse chorus stop Yet I live to give new boundaries to hip hop Stay true to the bedrock but bend our expression Ready for another lesson Mayday: DAT sound comin' from your homeboy's radio That took about twenty batteries—I used to hate it yo 808s brought a level of boom Kept aspiring MCs pinned up in their room Just like Biggie said: “It was all a dream” To wake up one day part of the hip-hop scene So I started with a table, a hand and a fist And it went a lil something like this Fit me out with that boom bap Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that Lemme drop it down on that boom bip And blow you all away with how I do it Alma mater—right back to the one The source—right back to the one Alma mater—right back to the one The source—right back to the one