Alma Mater

(Hey on yer left)
 (Over here on yer right)
 (Over here on yer left)
 (Can't ig me on yer right)
 (Can't ig me on yer left)
 (I'm still on yer right)
 (I'm still on yer left)
 Like what you hear or does it seem offensive
 Some be apprehensive when they trip on gyp intensive
 The lines were never friendly I need to blur the border
 Typical for the Brix wayward daughter
 Folx might find it Lil hard to comprehend
 My fractured phrase- it tends to leave the listener in a haze
 And they dazed-amazing becuz for what it's worth
 I'm tripping on you floating while I'm being down to earth
 Ya feel me? I feel you We right at the third
 Clairvoyance getting buoyant with every single word
 Cuz I'm multi-genre meows truly stays clownded
 I ain't real rap well you ain't well rounded
 Quit judging chyck solely off her dance tip
 It's the root of the culture for meow so I make it
 Try to break me down I'll be kintsukuroi
 I be the goi (The goi?)
 The su to the goi
 Fit me out with that boom bap
 Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that
 Lemme drop it down on that boom bip
 And blow you all away with how I do it
 Alma mater—right back to the one
 The source—right back to the one
 Alma mater—right back to the one
 The source—right back to the one
 I got a spark I just needed a little
 Boom bap
 But keep it positive cuz we got enough
 Gloom tracks
 Still in the dungeon no dragon
 Like a doom map
 Cosplay MC without the cartoon rap
 But anime-inspired like she's bringing Sailor Moon back
 The game is big enough it's time to make room, jack
 Don't wanna budge—you don't want me on a goon track
 I'll spit it hotter than a concubine in June's gat
 While you'll be shuckin' and jivin' like a coon black
 I'll leave you permanently scarred like a ruined tat
 Cuz I'm a you-don't-wanna-mess-with-him-at-high-noon cat
 Lyrically flew over your head—like zoom that's
 You standing there looking like a grounded loon black
 Tried to tarnish my image—that's just a wound, scrap
 As I prepare to wreck your career—won't see ya soon, dap
 Fit me out with that boom bap
 Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that
 Lemme drop it down on that boom bip
 And blow you all away with how I do it
 Alma mater—right back to the one
 The source—right back to the one
 Alma mater—right back to the one
 The source—right back to the one
 I remember how trax were built at one time
 They simply went on for the sake of the rhyme
 And the verses kinda went on forever it seemed
 Now we wrap them in lil boxes of sixteen
 chorus verse chorus stop
 Yet I live to give new boundaries to hip hop
 Stay true to the bedrock but bend our expression
 Ready for another lesson
 DAT sound comin' from your homeboy's radio
 That took about twenty batteries—I used to hate it yo
 808s brought a level of boom
 Kept aspiring MCs pinned up in their room
 Just like Biggie said: "It was all a dream"
 To wake up one day part of the hip-hop scene
 So I started with a table, a hand and a fist
 And it went a lil something like this
 Fit me out with that boom bap
 Cuz some o' yawl think that I can't do that
 Lemme drop it down on that boom bip
 And blow you all away with how I do it
 Alma mater—right back to the one
 The source—right back to the one
 Alma mater—right back to the one
 The source—right back to the one