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stract - classroom freestyle lyrics

[intro: andre avakian]
yeah, yeah
andreezy
ab-stract

[verse 1: stract]
yeah
jack be nimble, jack be quick
maybe f-ck around and spit some different sh-t
get into your wits, then just spit, that’s it
spit the heat like a cigarette that’s lit and flicker
intro every bit of the compet-tion
every single time they get a kick from this
hit different licks, then i k!ll this sh-t, i
k!ll this sh-t like i made it slit its wrists
hickory, d-ckory, dock
time is ticking quickly and you gotta watch the clock
got a lot of people that’ll show and tell and talk
not a lot of people that’ll go and walk a flock
of flames until they drop into the bottom of the rocks
lost upon the walk while trying to throttle to the top
i can’t tell you what it is, but i’ll tell you what it’s not
a loss of motivation, i just got a writer’s block
but that’ll never stop me cause it’s true, i can
i flew right through like i’m superman
i’m living and i’m driven, i’m a new sedan
the flow’s too hot, i need a cooling fan
blew me off the wall like the shoe, i’m vans
i’m going off like the nuclear that blew j-pan
i’m serving just desserts like fondue and flan
and i just wrapped it up like i used saran

[verse 2: andre avakian]
pour an eight, flexing bathing ape, medicate
elevate, hit the bank, rolling stake, counting cake
two woods to the face
gave me brain ’til she brainless
young baller just bound for the greatness
can’t tame this, rhymes outrageous
if i want it, i’ma take it no patience
just doomed for d-mnation
took the game, no, no hesitation
got the weed so loud, looking asian
my whole team eating, so it’s time for celebration
got the ice up on my wrist, got a round up in my clip
and i’m shooting from the hip in the sky, sp-ceship
trigger finger tip, always pimp, never simp, yeah
blood on the floor selling zips by the d-mn liquor store
i just gotta pour some more, i just gotta pour some more
roaches in the ashtray, hundred-twenty on the freeway
yeah, dat way
ooh, gotta clear my conscience, rappers spitting nonsense
i’m just f-cking cautious, feds always watching, yeah
plotting on a mil, gripping on the steel, shooters shoot to k!ll
ooh, mama i’m a sinner, toxins k!ll my liver
spitting straight facts, no printer
yeah, she quote me like a scripture
never roll no swishers, geeked off purple mixture
b-tch

- stract lyrics

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