MY ENGLISH TEACHER
Yo, listen up, I got a bone to pick, You think you’re the king, but your lessons are sick, Grammar rules, yeah, you preach 'em like a sermon, But your vibe’s so dry, it’s like I’m watchin’ paint harden. You talkin’ Shakespeare, but you can’t even rhyme, Flippin’ through your book, but you wastin’ my time, Red pen in hand, always markin’ my flow, But your own style’s stale, like a day-old dough. (Verse 2) You say I’m lazy, but I’m just tryna be free, While you drown in your rules, I’m spittin’ poetry, Tryna teach me life, but you don’t even live, Got a classroom full of dreams, but you don’t know how to give. So your lectures, I’m breakin’ the mold, Your lessons are cold, and your stories get old, I’m out here grindin’, while you’re stuck in a box, Ain’t no way you’re stoppin’ me, I’m breakin’ the locks.
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Yo, listen up, I got a bone to pick, You think you’re the king, but your lessons are sick, Grammar rules, yeah, you preach 'em like a sermon, But your vibe’s so dry, it’s like I’m watchin’ paint harden. You talkin’ Shakespeare, but you can’t even rhyme, Flippin’ through your book, but you wastin’ my time, Red pen in hand, always markin’ my flow, But your own style’s stale, like a day-old dough. (Verse 2) You say I’m lazy, but I’m just tryna be free, While you drown in your rules, I’m spittin’ poetry, Tryna teach me life, but you don’t even live, Got a classroom full of dreams, but you don’t know how to give. So your lectures, I’m breakin’ the mold, Your lessons are cold, and your stories get old, I’m out here grindin’, while you’re stuck in a box, Ain’t no way you’re stoppin’ me, I’m breakin’ the locks.
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