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Verse 1: Aiyyo, I maintain focus and precision when ripping And shatter the stigma that rappers all carry gangster pretension Instead my intention is to simply just hit you with writtens The illest of writtens Listen as I'm beginning to kick it with skill that's exquisite And luminescent, yet devilish Giving maximum effort Although it seems so effortless, I would deem it evident As I gleam in excellence, as the cream of prevalent checkers of microphones I've got you nodding your domes and feeling chills in your bones, it's clear that I'm hitting home For sure, I'm on a mission to flatten farrago foes Ripping and slashing like Allen I does to a zone-- Don't need your dollars and cents Just listen, ladies and gents: Heed an MC that's flowing fresh like a new opened vent Since The realest heads are incensed At the lack of talent and ragged raps of the less than authentic Hook: What's this? Oh, it's a lyricist Resurrecting the essence of rapping whenever I spit And whatchugon' do? Bless mics over every track that I rip Presenting a wordsmith: Savant is a lyricist (Repeat) Verse 2: Let's get this cracking: Roberta Flacking the wack, and Killing 'em softly, while saturating the track with Rhymes that are jagged enough to snap at its challengers Yet placid and facile enough to be lapped from a chalice The rap ballast is back to restore balance And trap malice while making this music valid again So it begins, this valiant cherubim Battles the wackness that counteracts the game from within MCs are corn flakers, dismantle them like the Lakers And leave them laying like Sprite did to Kobe Any takers? I thought not My thoughts rock Like Though Trot You ought not step to me; topping Scholar's a long shot I profit not monetarily, but through love "Supa Luv" like Jean Grae does: pounds and hugs And not from thugs; rather I fill them with verbal slugs Destroying their credibility, snatching their ice and dubs As such the clubs get shut down due to influx A rush Of heads who're fiending to hear the tracks that I touch With rhymes deluxe My pad is the canvas, my pen is the brush That paints lyrical images causing n!ggas to lust for more As I build trust and restore feelings of much rapport Between the public and MCs that they adore Adjust the roar in your speakers and in your tweeters Believe it: I speak with the heat and conviction of Jesus Hook Verse 3: Hotter than most dudes I won't stop, I'll dispose of you After dropping and rolling you for you thinking you're close to You know who Scholar's flow is like Pro Tools: Intricate, or, inventive, or, exquisite or never the norm Better than yours; that's right: better than yours Settle this level, leave you leveled and sore For sure in store there's plenty more Metaphors and rhymes galore, I'm tight raw In this kind of war, my pen is a sword: it demands action My Bic's Excalibur My name is Lancelot The Round Table's a cypher for fellow lyricists I'm serious: who would dare say that they really ain't feeling us? We spit it thus and fellowship like we're relatives Never lacking intelligence Touch topics of relevance Meddle with and you must've been sniffing mescaline Make certain your testament's written before you come testing this Hook
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