Lola Morris, she lived on the next block
Y'know what i'm sayin
She was the one that told me to stop beatboxing and write a rap
And I came here and I wrote my first rap
Beatboxin' for Anthony house
Giving him the money
Dogs running
I'm thinking I'm hearing a god in him
We on the bus home from bang
And my tiny voice said to me
"Leave that spitting stuff alone and sing"
I'm up to this point
I never ever touch songs I slang 'em with
She told me to write a verse
Then put a rush on the kingdom
Go
Lola, Lola, Lola, yo
I never wrote 'em so you know
But I'm a fan of rap
So I got an idea on how it's supposed to go
Stare at me
Stare at me
Everybody on the bus
They stare at me
Hot seat like in therapy
So I can't let wack embarrass me
Now a song (Cha)
She give me a task when I get home (Cha)
To write a song (Cha)
A verse would do, but it gotta be strong (Cha)
So off the dome (Cha)
Wrote eight bars, not too long
Called it D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z
Write then my minds blown (Aye)
Hold up, hold up, hold up
When I spit this they gonna go
Felt that flow rush in my shoulders
Nothing vulgar when I wrote
The beat inside of my head
Wrote some heat and right on my bed
When i'm speaking, got me geeking
Ain't no sleeping
Fighting my Zeds
Rap this
The next day when I was at school
I was doing my classes
'Cause messing up on the bus ride home
It would be tragic
Sick all the girls and dudes on the bus might think its average
And laugh this
I have it
It's magic
School's out (Cha)
If I'm dope or wack
On the bus it gon' be
Ruled out (Cha)
Whole damn bus turnaround looking at me
I'm thinking move mouth (Cha)
Hit that beat on my chest and show them all a new route
True clouts
Blew to make them fools shout (Cha)
Lola loved it
(Yes she did)
Lola loved it
(Yes she did)
My soldiers loved it
And everybody that rode the buses
Money dawg
The only one looking at me wrong
And think of D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z
Because he stands alone
Sound like a diss
Sound like a diss
Could it be my dope rap hurt that man deep
Bad like a biss
Wasn't intended
Still rapping, really want Bud to hear this raw
Bands, below them
Morris ignited my love of lyrics
Always
Wassup, wassup, wassup
Love of lyrics always
Wassup, wassup, wassup
Love of lyrics always
Wassup, wassup, wassup
Love of lyrics always
Got the mean to bust into my stubble
Hair is all gray
(Damn
Alright, that was decent
But what else you got)
Aw man yes, oh
When I felt like I perfected my craft
Y'know what i'm saying
I got with my homeboy BlackRaw
He was the first one I knew who had a studio in his basement
And he's the one that gave me the name Tech
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