Rap 101 Video (MV)

Hey, you, get off my cloud
Bitch, say my name, I came to throw down
Better get that shit right, get it right now
If you lame then you can't replicate my sound
It's a new era, it's a brand new day
And they don't wanna listen to a thing you say
I came to cause terror and tear up the place
Crack the cigar, put some gas in the tank
Rattling your bones when you hear my tone switch
I'm grabbing on your throat, hold it in my closed fist
Your broke ass crying, always on some hoe shit
I see you eyeing up my throne, but I'm in my zone bitch
If fools wanna sweat it, then cool, rev your engines
I'm lapping 'em immediately, teaching 'em a lesson
I'm no professor, but yes I'm professing
I'll bring them to school and then issue detentions

I put a fence in, one you can't get across
Big Jarv coming from the land of the lost
Yeah, I'm a boss, disagree and you tripping
I get it hot, burn 5th degree, skin dripping
I'm a dragon, you lames stay dragging ass
I set flame to the stage, create rubble and ash
Your dame caught her a cab and came back to the pad
She sang a note shattering panes of stained glass
I'll break her in half when I'm doin this thing
Skinny ass dude with a rubenesque queen
Who can that be knock knocking on the door?
It's me and with MCs I'll be mopping the floor
Breaking news; it's the new Godzilla
A lightning-breathing titan and a Heineken swiller
Makin a pimp cane from a White House pillar
And a fur coat out of a million chinchillas
Spilling in and out of dive bars of New York
A young OG finally achieving his true form
Been an old head since the age of ten
Get the f*ck off my lawn, I ain't tryina make friends
I don't like trends, I don't like much
Wack rappers use high fashion as a crutch
I survive in the trenches, alive in the mud
My grind's Independent and yet I'm on the Krux
Bustin with the force of world war 3
Each verse like an atom bomb bursting on the beat
I'll roam earth alone until the end of my days
And the planet can finally move on to the next phase
Explain why the next best must get slain
While I get brain from just a text exchange
Remember your ex? Press play
See her thick flesh stretched on my bed spread, splayed
Checkmate, who woulda guessed sex paid?
She exclaimed, "Yes" and next beckoned my name
I reckon it makes sense expressing regular thanks
So I left the skank limping like catching a leg sprain
I got my machete, cutting through the red tape
Play the cassette and then get your tape deck replaced
The apex of style and grace is where I stay
F*ck biting your wack rhyme, I'm hi-jacking a plane
Flying through the Bermuda Triangle, trying to enter an-
Alternate dimension, altering my position
It isn't that efficient wishing to witness a different image
Shine a light through the prism of the Trilateral Commission

That's Illuminati confirmed, truly not a concern
Solar flare, polar caps, tsunami to sunburn
Your liberal and conservative affiliations ain't gonna make a difference
Helping you keep your food and water conserved
Drink it up; Quit thinking, you think enough
Go to your room start gooning and stink it up
Fart in your pillow then smell it
I got the heart of a part time felon, "Are you gellin?"

No I'm jelqing, so tell your mom to make a pit stop
I'm pissed off, feeling like Clark W. Griswald
F*ck a boss, I got W riz y'all
Take a video of your bidussy for your tik tok
You dumb f*cks, I'm on your block swinging nunchucks
Every time I rolled a blunt, I was like, "This blunt sucks"
I couldn't roll 'em well, but I still tried
Smiling in the face of adversity made me feel pride
Here I am again; I got these amateurs panicking
Keep hugging my nuts and I'ma fill you up a ramekin
I played Amanda Lynn's pussy like a mandolin
I just made that shit up, I'm feeling like the man again
It's tough managing my thought crime in tandem with-
The pressure to venture into the dark side like Anikan
Ain't got your hands up? You must be a manikin
I might as well go to China and try rhyming in mandarin or cantonese
I'll get 'em jumping like a trampoline
Switch up and still crush like Brady with a Tampa team
Lay Lady Lay in the front trunk of the Lamborghin
The man is dirty but his hands are clean
As wild as it seems I'm chilling
Till I drive 95 into the side of a building
When I die, I'll be haunting all the nice women
I'll hit it and go ghost, I'm poltergeist pimping
Dolemite spitting to the vinyl plate spinning on the tech 12
Flip the drum break and set sail
I spread sheets like excel
Tell Allison Bechdel my cassette passed the test; Sex sells
Take cover and duck from the thunderous bust
Of the wondrous blunderbuss, sonny run amuck
The troublesome, underweight, scrawny motherf*ck
Feeling like the Big Pun if he just had a tummy tuck

Class, let me sum it up, this is rap 101