Teacher

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[Verse, Tom Jeefs]

Headphones on and I’m rockin’ the beat

I grab a pen then I’ll be locking the heat

Come with me! Everything you see is immune to defeat

Written by that motherfucker Tom Jeefs

He grew up on the streets,

Faggots wanna tell me I’m pretty velvet for shit to sell it

Stab ‘em with a javelin through the eye for yelling that

I’m partly philosophically lyrical, catastrophically cynical

But it’s logical if, I never miss, I’ma spit!

Hard as a fist to your chin,

After laying my verse I get fist-bumped again

Then back to the crib after five shots of gin

And a blunt that would make my left upper arm look thin

See I could break an MC in more varieties with rhymes

That you could break a hundred dollar bill – including dimes

So better spare your change ‘cause there’s gonna be fines

For every motherfucker that tries to confront me with a rhyme, rewind!

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[Verse, Tom Jeefs]

Outta the most worthy to live city in the world,

You ain’t heard? Other rappers got kicked to the curb

My team ‘gon shit on yours for saying the wrong words

Visit my zone and listen to them rhymes that’s absurd!

See it´s different now; they wanna land and fly,

Without work, I don’t know what people fantasize

It’s Tom Jeefs man, how you like that cuz?

I know haters be running their mouth like – look what he does…

I don’t give a fuck man, I’m really upset

I got a pen in my pocket and I’m feeling I’m blessed

I write rhymes that’s complex, man I’m really a mess,

But therefore mentioning me would be out of respect

My mindset is beyond your imagination – trust me

Bitches getting fluffy in their belly, I get touchy

What must be: The style of sickness, I take pictures

With two microphone-stands under my arms instead of bitches

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