PART 1

So I'm in class right

Like what am I doing here yo, I'm mad nice
That's a Schoolboy Q album, an oxymoron
If you ain't get that, you better ask a moron

Anyways I'm in geometry defining philosophies of isosceles
But reality is obsolete
So my mind starts to speak & hits control alt delete

Because everything that was on the board wasn't key
I wanna be relevant
I could be the genesis of my city

I have proverbs, my ^!$$% Mark has the testaments
Watch as He brews up an exodus
Reaching for stars, Ima give Henrietta Leavitt a kiss

Wow I'm not a math genius but Rap Genuis gon need rap genius for this black genius that smacks demons & harass Iraq leaders
I'm a passenger of God's will, we'll see where that leads us
All these whack teachers

They don't believe in dreams
They only care about logic & reasoning
So anything that can't be seen must be obscene

Just sit around & distribute papers evenly
You can't expel my hope
Where's the sharks that ain't afraid to wail out hope

Givin you bars, ain't no bail out tho
Dude you a sellout, I'm just tryna sell out shows
I wanna meet my idols but my life is looking idle

Music is life, why you think all our organs are vital?
All this math darkens my aura
And I hate my ex so uwhy am I solving for her

Those are the questions I ask
I don't have a future with none of the x's I've graphed
And I don't see the value of all the lessons I've grasped

But I do see the value of every message I've rapped

PART 2


This is for that little ^!$$% sittin in class
With a composition full of written raps

The teacher would ask him, ''What you wanna be?''
And he would say ''Rapper'', she said ''Wrong answer''
Society's opinions what you can't trust, they tell you where you can't go

Tell you what you can't touch, they try to take advantage and mold you
Like you're in ceramics, outstanding
You just gotta do the opposite of panic

Cause you know every single continent demands it
Take that airplane and do the opposite of land it
The haters are gonna be the ones polishing your mansion

Ain't no argument that can be handed, to me, telling me otherwise
So dont listen to them other guys, talking that jive
Tel them haters that you will rise and you shine bright in the moonlight

You and the moon are one which means you and the moon have ties, thats right
And water is the source all life, and your heart is the airport where ambition takes flight
Dont ever let them ^!$$%s tell you ''different ain't right''

Anything envisioned, you gotta get it alright?
Turn off the television, its really all lies and a bunch of superstition tryna take over your mind
Everything is superficial, we're all victims of this time

Yeah, we're all victims of this time
So I just go outside....and stare at the solar system all night, cause this system ain't right