Bam Beatz on this one
Let's rock out
Taking you low
This The Teacha
I do this for life
Plus I'm psychic
But I ain't gon tell you who's doing your wife
You ain't raw like the coke
In your rhyme recital
You been cut so much
You starting to look suicidal
You trifle trifling
You need to stop and listen
You need to hear 2Pac
When he was locked in prison
Man for real
I'm expanding
This ain't whiling out
You'll get nicked with two cannons
Your team's not loyal
You're not harming me son
If I said Who wanna go on tour
You'd be an army of one
What's that shit around your mouth man
Cum
Face the fact you lost
We got it we won
You better off trying on some lottery run
Then to go against The Teacha
I put the Glock to you dunn
I be rockin' them drums
All you doing is shoutin'
What's your address
69 Brokeback Mountain
It seems my skill you doubtin'
I spit lyrics
I flow like a fountain
Listen
You'll get crushed like a kush
Going into my blunt
I take it way back
All you do is front
Yeah haha ha
Yeah yeah KRS
Spit-tacular
You spit at me
I spit it back at ya
I'm an emcee
Not an actor
My lyrics won't trap ya
They'll free ya
But rappers still wanna test The Teacha
Let 'em have it
What you in my face for
In my space for
This is what you rappers
Get smacked in your face for
Y'all talk about cutting the bass raw
But you draw the cops
This what you get chased for
I'm forever above your world
In whatever you do
Rappers I will level your crew
When I'm through
They won't even be able to TELL if it's you
I'm an emcee
This tradition goes back to Pebbly Poo
Man I speak the truth
I'mma show you what God is
I heard your CD
From the start
It was GARBAGE
Click click click I load the cartridge
Look in the palm of my hand man
THAT'S where your heart is
