Class Act

[Verse 1: Jawz] It's the black rapping class act who came to class With mad snaps, claps, and beat-making Macs to rack faster And mack chics well above average It's magic how he spit sicker than cancer-having cat kids And still remain sharper than a cactus No question if he's blessed, the psychic said I'll be mad rich So if I'm caught stealing just put it on my tab miss Or tag me--I don't care I'm busy killing this rap biz Killing with no promo Beyonce shit, B I stay inside my zone though Zone comma Cudi Make sure you did your googles before you try to stump me Cause I've been crumping and Donald Trumping since I could fucking breathe So uh, pip pip cheerio Make sure you got some money 'fore you blast this through your stereo Cause melting is an option though I'm chilling flawless Know if X is still evolving you don't want a fucking problem "So Jawz, if you ain't rich what you spitting in the booth?" The same thing missing from Maury niggas: The truth I took one too many shots from the fountain of youth And I'm immortal so for eva eva is real Im proof And you can call me a maniac I'm okay with that But don't be surprised when Jason's chainsaw is in your back And Satans' babies chasing you trynna get their property back And your oprhan kids will have to live through the aftermath I got a little bit crazy I was listening to Goblin and it made me 'napp Jay-Z He was on a movie set conversing with P. Swayze But after I took some Henney my memory's all hazy I'm lazy, but never think you'll ever catch me slippin' The last battler had his mind fucked, raped him and dipped then Back to the studio for swag boy funerals Harsh, but if you're planning to visit you should know I'll have em all getting worried when I start getting bigger I got so much shit on my mind but nobody will listen I've been lied to too many times, I don't believe you haters Bow down to your saviours: Jawz Almighty and Xavier This is dopeness you're consuming the substance And do another line if these lines had you were wondering The way I got hyped makes you think I smoke crack or sumn' But I just snort hella potassium Jawz [Hook: Flatbush Zombies] My team, supreme, stay clean Lyrical dreams, zombie regime, we be that We at where the weed and LSD at On since I was born, no such thing as relapse (x2)