Pronto

Intro This a sound check bitch- I could cook a this beat up like I do it with risotto Hats off for the idea to Doc Immortal It's the MC, S C, here to do this shit pronto I'm about to show y'all I can do it like I'm supposed to Verse Somethin' always tellin' you and I to look up at the sun But you know your eyes still gonna burn Baby, all you gotta know is one day it's gonna be your turn To join the stars up there, but that honor's gotta be earned Where do I start? You and I still got a lotta shit to learn Let's start this at Lesson 1: Movement Listen closely, son, never conform—that's stupid To anyone's expectations, your self-worth ends up ruined Never try to impress people that don't even know you, pupil If you got a goal, then go pursue it You gotta watch your mouth Or they'll start seedin' doubts Whispers from the demons on your shoulder turn to shouts Then you chicken out Oh, hell nah, that's not how this is goin' down Listen closely, daughter, I'ma teach you Lesson 2 Never let another man tell you you ain't beautiful That'll leave you bitter, always actin' cynical Girl, fuck society if they don't value you Never cry over a man, stand tall like a general Fuck the peer pressure Poppin' fentanyl So millennials Can say our generation's lost its morals Always remember, my children—you guys are tomorrow Time for Lesson 3 This ain't for parody or legacy Just me at my computer screen Never beg for a mention or validity Do what you want, it's a free country Yell obscenities—I mean, look at me Have they censored me? Fuck the shit and break a knee Time for Lesson 4, this one's for one and all Get a sense of who you really do this for When success comes knockin' at the door Praise the Livin' Lord Thank the family, keep it raw Love each other, give your house honor Maybe I should wrap it up 'cause I sound like I'm outta— My mind What, you thought I'd say, "I'm outta rhymes?" Say it ain't so—if you do, then you are blind Bitch, I'm one in a million, one of a kind So blind, can't even recognize A maestro when he spills his guts right in front of your eyes Guess that's the story of my life Outro Okay, well I think I'm done clearin' my head That was therapeutic, now we wait for Spirits and Strangers Oh, and one more thing— Listenin' to all my shit givin' you guys a cardiac I'm not takin' aim at anyone, this ain't an attack Trust me, baby, if it were, you wouldn't be here to say all that You piece of crap... ...oh shit, sorry. Cya.