Student 1 - I Meant To Say Dr. Suess (freestyle) lyrics

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Student 1 - I Meant To Say Dr. Suess (freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Student 1] Here appearing is the urban poor man Pouring pinot, plus I'm puffing the herb and your can Of beer, gotta be getting a gut of residency And I see you running for babysitting presidency And I'm presuming my presence is neither precious or predictable But I can promise that the prediction of me downing your drink Is affluent in accuracy Mr. Afework, the after-work attacker that's me! Carry caution like the Caribou I'm dodging I'm driving driven to dribble this Spit spawning words off top or when I scribble diss Quit, pause, and then select 'leave game' You got none, you nancy n***a receive shame At a ridiculous level, too untouchable and agile Rap ya blah blah while I roll my eyes and think of a counter attack Oh where your confidence go? I'm concluding it's coming from your incompetence Oh, my, lord You let it get immense, you can call it my fro' My word, why flow, you really should lie low Hi ho, a** n***a, gimme all your hydro Hyper, hot sh** I'm heating up the silo That I'm in, rhymin' so stinky The timing I pinky promise is like a dime into kinky-ness King in any province, the pro on any promenade I'm prime in the Grove, so I'm prime in Helsinki Hello there, shot taker here, take in the fact the wary one Be me my brother, I never carry gun Still do not think for a second that I'm not scary son I'm stunning to your kin, cunning verbal I be varying Very young, dumb, dapper, radically erratic with a radder Aesthetic my etiquettes out the door The predicates on the floor and the subject is enemy Channel my inner apathy like Connecticuts at my core Connecting all of the dots, you're a star I'm a constellation You tempt me I'll make a comedy of ya congregation Temper shorter than the temperature of Pluto Puto, piss me off, and get put in a complication While I read your thoughts The ones you've made, the ones you will The wonder in your head and fantasies that I won't stun you still Stunt like you won't lose, I'm gunning for the spot you seek That I know you think you can get When you tried, you got too weak That's predicting the future, futile is the resistance Of inevitability oh no You never gonna be pro brooo I'm better, you better be peacing You get it or get to be pieces Oh enemy enemy no no They folding I got em' in creases While increasing the intensity Muggy, sunny, rain I'm Minnesota reppin' with the druggy funny pain I'm pushing to the opposer, potentially potential lacking Looking never fresh like Doug E Dope, do your wee little whipping like buggy Bet I, be, living in a paradise I'm luckier than 7 Or the sad single cigarette, 4 clover leaves Getting foes to the floor and their who*e overgrieves While I bump Grieves I'm dismantling, cancelling Stay a grand man and that's with shipping and handling Handy with the pen, you hit a half stepping bar Hand to God, going postals a part of my repertoire Reppin' our city, chilly night chill Challenging to find a lighter for this really quite k** Quite ill informed with the nonsense that you produce My reply so fly, my conscience is Dr. Steuss I, stay the skinny cat, in the hat is all the nappiness Nap time for this little lippy chipper dapper dummy rapper Skippy flow flipper from the crapper I'm a hippy whippersnapper Moving where the boom and bappy go I want what I want, and imma go get it No dead it, no let it Go, said it once and that's final 2 blunts and a vinyl, I'm zippy with the procure And punching to your spinal My cra** a** creed never cruddy when we crippling your crew The trolling and the trippiness is tripling for true Focused on the evil fellow I force salt in Hopping over y'all I'm a pro at pole vaultin' Anti havoc haltin', eating till I'm fuller Yet they set to wet the bed, I'm the enemy puller Palladium shining Sean Daley influenced and uranium rhyming Radioactive activation verbally Vernacular tumorous, ya heard of me And now you're turning terminal Can't terminate or murder me So just turn up to the fly mon rage And carry me past the crowd if I die on stage

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