Lola

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Lola Morris, she lived on the next block You know what I′m sayin' And she′s the one that told me to stop beatboxing and write a rap And I came here and I wrote my first rap [Verse: Tech N9ne] Beatboxing for Anthony Hall and 'em The money dog's rhymin′, I′m thinkin' I′m hearin' the God in him We on the bus home from Bangem′ A tiny voice said to me, "Leave that Spittin' stuff ′lone and sing 'em" Up to this point, I never ever touched songs or sling 'em When she told me to write a verse that put a rush on thе kingdom Go, Lola, Lola, Lola, yo, I never wrote ′еm so you know But I′m a fan of rap so I got an idea on how it's supposed to go Stare at me, stare at me, everybody on the bus, they stare at me Hot seat like in therapy, so I can′t let wack embarrass me Now it's on, she gave me a task when I get home To write a song, a verse will do but it gotta be strong So off the dome, wrote eight bars, not too long Called it D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z, right then my mind′s blown, ayy Hold up, hold up, hold up, when I spit this, they gonna go nuts Felt that flow rush in my shoulders, nothin' vulgar when I wrote the Beat inside of my head, wrote some heat and right on my bed What I′m speakin' got me geekin', ain′t no sleepin′, fightin' my zeds Rapped this the next day when I was in school all through my classes ′Cause messin' up on the bus ride home, it would be tragic Sick all the girls and dudes on the bus might think it′s average And laugh, this I have it, it's magic School′s out, if I'm dope or wack on the bus, it gon' be ruled out Whole damn bus turn around, lookin′ at me, I′m thinkin', "Move, mouth" Hit that beat on my chest and showed ′em all a new route True clout spew to make them fools shout Lola loved it (Yes, she did) Lola loved it (Yes, she did) My soldiers loved it and everybody that rode the buses Let me get money dog, the only one lookin' at me wrong ′Cause think of D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z because he stands alone Sound like a diss, sound like a diss Could it be my dope rap hurt their melody, that like abyss Wasn't intended, still rappin′ really Wasn't brought to hear this rampage But Lola Morris ignited my love of lyrics always What's up, what′s up, what′s up, love of lyrics always What's up, what′s up, what's up, love of lyrics always What′s up, what's up, what′s up, love of lyrics always Got the N9na bustin' 'til my stubble here is all gray