Eyyo
Lyrical Slangsta, Renaissance Gangsta,
There's only one, so it's gotta be the Chungsta

College education and the fine arts, with
Knowledge information on the street smarts, it's
Chungsta, that's me, a new breed of G with

Educated scholars in my fa-mi-ly tree
I've got more dope rhymes than Avagadro's number
Like a genius awoken from cryogenic slumber

Lyrics smoking, thought provoking chemical rhymes
With all the schoolwork you wonda how I still find time.
Mind, inspired by a catalyst

I'll rap to this like a proffessionist, YEEA!
You've never heard of an MC like me,
Studying for his degree, while rapping as his hobby.

I don't ever plan to be a hip-hop sellout
Cuz I'm just not a mutha$#&@ing college dropout.


(mm mm - Not for me man.
I can't be in the rap game, r u %#@!ting me?
I'm Azn...damn...)


At the age of 5, prodigy alive,
I started violin under teacher Li Lin

Fingers bleedin, music readin, 4 hours a day
Sick of Tchaikovsky's music, he's $#&@ing gay.
I practiced violin so much that I got a hickey,

As red as the baboon $$# of Rafiki,
Skills supreme like that of Jascha Heifetz
Dream and scheme to steal his Stradivarius

With a master plan as smooth as legato
GTFO tempo - Allegro animato!
Sell that %#@! at an auction underground,

Really nuthin to it, I'll be the richest man around
With my knowledge of the fine musical arts,
I'll make more money than just bustin K-Marts.


(Haha yeea - Show me the Benjamins mang!)


When I step on the scene, Calm and serene,
Brain boosted from caffeine, you know what I mean?
I don't prostitute my answers, like some cheater,

My own diligent efforts are all the sweeter
Supplied by tactics from The Art of War,
Applied to academics, studious hardcore

On the fly, I $#&@ up all the class curves
And you cry, cuz you gotta grade you don't deserve.
Don't shuffle around, lookin at yo feet, Wipe

Off that look of pathetic defeat.
Absolute academic annhilation
The start of an epidemic chain reaction

Of failing grades, for kids of all color shades
Renaissance Gangsta, Jack of all Trades


(Dam straight, that's what I'm talkin about...)

One thing about Chungsta u should know,

He never falls for a trickass ho,
Can't entice, I think twice, never impulsive
Mind precise, #~!!@ lice just REPULSIVE

$#&@ those permiscuous one-night stands,
No lust or thrust just to show I'm a man
No parties, no drinks, except on Sun God

Even though it contradicts my gangsta facade
8 shots of vodka, 2 shots of Jager,
I was turned into a beast with animal behavior

Cuffed by cops sent to clinical detox
Balance out my body's chemical redox.


(That's it, $#&@ing first AND last time I'm drinking at Sun God.
$#&@ That Shiiet...)


As the going gets rough, and homework gets tough,
Some people choose to puff, cuz they've had about enough!
So you lil' !@$)gots think it's cool to do drugs?

With your punk-ass crew of wannabe thugs?
I don't got a crew, all I got is this...
Oriental kung fu and a clenched fist.
Now you !@#( think you safe, cuz you got the bullets? I'll
Dodge that %#@! - like the $#&@ing Matrix.

Hit you from the back with a quick 1,2.
Strike you so fast you ain't got a clue.
Don't be absurd, I'm not your average nerd.
Hit me and I'll hit you back, like Newton's III, For
Every action, there's an opposite reaction,

Beat you to the dirt until my satisfaction.
$#&@ with me and you'll get in a 187
I'll send your sorry punk $$# - straight to heaven.

(Haha

Hell yea man, u know what I'm sayin?
Shiiit. That's right, dont $#&@ wit me.
Not your average nerd
Newtons III - love that %#@!
Aiite, Chungsta up out this rap man

Keep it real G's, as always,
Peace
- dont $#&@ wit me...)