Schama - The Motto (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] It's your boy Schama, thank you God, for this honor... The definition of gifted, and I'm cold All the time, it's the repetition of Christmas My mind's an exhibition, displaying great like exhibits They saying I ain't consistent, they just pests, they pessimistic Separating jails, call that cell division, did you get it? Cause I didn't Look at me and different, you couldn't tell the difference And why are these adults always kidding, that's a contradiction Call this a rap, a journey, or an expedition Or a task or a mission... Or even a pilgrimage Going to the origins of when rap first existed Ya'll fruitier than citrus, mmm... delicious Oh, suspicion has risen, because of the lines that have been written The haters, can't get rid of them And my maximum is really my minimum And when life gives you lemons, then make lemonade Wait. This is Minute-Maid cause I made it in a minute A menace, like Eminem is Many, many, many, many, many, many, many, men I will diminish Sorry for the repetition [Verse 2] But, they call me, Schama arrogant Got the memory span of an elephant And the wing span of a sphinx and a Pegasus Or a Seraphim, and the aggressiveness of a terrorist Wait, do you see where the error is? I forgot to mention that I have the eloquence of Marilyn Monroe (men row) row your boat so you float So you do not fall in the abyss, with the sharks and the squids